I have finally cleaned the whiteboard of my life with tears and and an old rag. It has taken me months to let go of the faint dreams that were still a little visible even though they had become faded. I kept thinking they would return and held on. Right when I thought I was done I realized my pain and sorrow wasn’t over, I needed a few more tears to complete the project. After sitting and staring at an empty whiteboard, I had finally had permission to dream again. My canvas is empty and I am finally starting get excited about the beautiful picture that will be created in the life that lies ahead.
It all begins with a blank piece of paper. They soon reflect our dreams, imagination and endless possibility.