I love a blank piece of paper. It's so clean and white. Nothing is wrong with it. If I start to draw, there will be lines and shading and angles that I don't like, that make it wrong, but a blank page is so peaceful. There's nothing to criticize. A blank "new post" page feels the same. I'm going to slop a lot of words on there and hope for the best, but it was ultimately fine before I messed it up.
I know that not everyone feels this way. To many a blank page represents possibility. And to me it does too. But just because it's quiet doesn't mean that someone has to make noise. Sometimes the blank is nice. A lot of times, to me.
... you've got to start with something. Nothing can't really be improved upon, but something can. Do something, then come back and fix it up better than it was. You may never get back to the peace of a blank page, but maybe the trade-off will be worth it with the new fixed-up thing you've chaperoned into the world.
-J
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