The sheet of paper starts out blank.
It’s internal freak out…How is this thing ever going to get filled up?
And then somehow it gets filled up.
You did it. Once again you did it.
How may times do you have to fill up the blank sheet before there’s no internal doubt or hesitation when approaching the next one?
It turns out it’s not a hurdle to overcome, but the hallmark of the sheet itself. Insecurity and uncertainty are the centerpieces of the next blank page.
