a blank canvas

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i was talking to my friend morgan the other day about change…
about how even when it is good,
and you know you are doing the right thing,
it does not always feel comfortable.

like, what do you do with that spiritual awkwardness,
those evacuated spaces that used to occupy
so many thoughts and conversations?

my sweet friend said its like
someone is handing you a white canvas.
you don’t have to make a mark on it right away.
you can just be with it for awhile.

funny how this never occurred to me before.
why stick something there just for the sake
of not having it empty?
(that is probably how i winded up with a
storage unit full of shit i don’t know what to do with.)

i have to admit,
minus the pressure of a deadline,
life seems way more manageable this way.

i want to live a life
without notes.
without outside influence.
without evidence.