My Story

Another morning, another blank page staring at me, waiting for my pen to scratch my life experience and wisdom. Waiting for me to tell once or to tell once again a story, an experience or an observation. And here I sit, struggling, pen in hand but no wisdom or anecdote readily flows on to the page. But is that also not the story? When we take the blank page and fill it. And hopefully something clicks and makes sense.

That definitely is my story.