New times

I started a new journal yesterday.

New journal. New chapter. Renewed passion.

Every new journal signifies a new chapter, a new step in this grand adventure I call life.

My new journal is blank. Completely blank. No lines, no boundaries, nothing to limit or direct.

Blank.

White space unnerves me. An empty canvas intimidates me. I'm not sure what I think about a blank journal. I just have to wonder what God will write in the course of this blank journal/new chapter.