Starting is the hardest part

I’m staring at a canvas

It’s white and big and somewhat foreboding

It’s asking me for something, but I feel apprehensive

I have a picture in my head but I don’t know what it looks like

It’s there, strong and vivid and yet when I try to focus on it

It wriggles, and shifts, and changes form

Only through action can I bring it to life

Only by facing the canvas in front of me

I hesitate

For a moment, I let the fear rush in

It tells me stories. What if

What if I kill the vision. What if I disappoint

But I’ve taught myself over the years that listening to fear gets me nowhere

So with a deep breath, I choose a color.

Any color

I choose a place to start

One stroke is all it takes. Just one mark

Here goes

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