The struggle is staring at a blank page, with many topics floating in the mind but unable to figure out where to begin. So maybe the beginning should be just like this. Dirty and random and senseless and unassuming. Like all the fidgeting we do before an oral exam back at university. Like all the awkward moments before the first kiss.
Maybe I’ll delete this later. Or maybe this is where we begin.
P.S. Pretty recently, I did write a post that serves as a starting point to whomever stumbles upon this space of mine.
One reply on “The Struggles of Beginning”
Yay to beginning again!