Maybe All I Have is a Blank Page
Flipping through the pages of Drawing Lab, the corner of page 81 caught my eye, a little box with the suggestion to illustrate a quote from a child. Words arrive in such interesting ways when you have a myriad of ages in the house.
“My eyes are snowing Mommy,” my daughter exclaimed as the snow passed over our faces. ”You’re eyes are snowing too!”
I’ve been thinking lately about my limitations. Only small bits of time or energy leftover from full-time mamahood, no money to lend toward a trip out of the ordinary, no particular doors beckoning for me to walk through.
But the blank page page in front of me?
The blank page is unlimited.
Reader, maybe what you do have, is actually, limitless.
