I mean this in all seriousness: I'm sitting here looking at the post box, with all of the white space, and am getting nervous about putting words in it. What about uncreated potential can be so disturbing that it would prompt me to be actually fearful of typing words into it. I don't even have to publish them; just words.
The more I search the gospels, and my own heart--more my own heart--I find that what is really the root of it is the distaste of pushing on and expanding the map. The only image I can think of when it comes to this is how in a game called Elder Scrolls you take the fog away from the world map by exploring the uncharted areas. It may seem childish, but it is just as true in life, I think.
Whether it is progressing your degree, career, or stepping away from what you thought you were meant to do and search yourself I honestly think that it is these uncharted bits of map that hold us back from what we want to do.
I'm gonna try and show this white space who's boss--no matter the monsters that lie there.
