My First Mark

The blank canvas scares me to death.
There is nothing more terrifying than starting something from nothing.

And yet, here we are.

And maybe it's because the comfort of finding familiarity is worth the fear of a new begging. Because the finished work of art is always greater that the blank page it was created from.

I don't know if you'll like me, or maybe you'll think I'm just alright. But here's my disclaimer.

I am a dangerous optimist. I promise that I can find the good in anything.

I am a nostalgic mess, and I live in the past.

I am full of ideas. Perhaps just a little unsure of how to put them to words.

I am nothing special,

and I am afraid.

But here we go,