those pages are waiting for you

How many beautiful, blank notebooks and journals do you have stashed, unused?

I'm raising my hand. I LOVE collecting gorgeous notebooks and journals. There something about fresh paper that's pure potential. But here's the truth: I'm often waiting for the "perfect" thing to write in them. The right trip to take them on. The perfect pen. The worthy-enough thoughts.
They just sit there. Unused. Waiting.

My 12-year-old son mentioned the same thing recently – a journal he's saving for "the right time." That hit me. What are we all waiting for?

Here's my invitation to you (and to myself): Let's give ourselves permission to put our first drafts in ink.

Will it be perfect? Absolutely not.
Will there be smudges, typos, and words we'd edit later? Of course.
Will we fill pages with thoughts that feel unworthy of the beautiful paper? Maybe.
Will we write something that we’re afraid will look foolish later? (Who's even reading it?)

But imagine if we were easier on ourselves. If "just getting it on paper" became our starting point instead of our barrier.

So I'm grabbing my favorite blank notebook today and just writing. Doodling. Being messy and imperfect and human.

Who's with me? If we normalize first drafts in ink, it may unlock more than we can imagine.