A new year has begun, a blank slate for us to write on. I'm not a fan of New Year's Resolutions. What is it about the changing of the calendar that makes us thing that we should do anything different? It is a little reminder, though, that each day is a blank slate. Each day is a chance to write the ending a little bit differently than the one before.This image from our visit to Castello San Sebastiano da Po this summer speaks of possibilities, of sitting down in the light and writing something new. It reminded me of the lyrics I loved from a song that was popular a few years ago called Unwritten. The lyrics to the song are...
I am unwritten,
can't read my mind,
I'm undefined.
I'm just beginning,
the pen's in my hand,
ending unplanned.
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten.
What will I write this year? I'm not sure, I'm sitting down here at my desk, with the ending still unwritten.
You are the only person I know quoting a Natasha Bedingfield song today, and for that, I salute you. And now I'll probably stop associating that song so much with The Hills, so... bonus!
ReplyDeleteI chose a word for the year. I'm not a fan of resolutions, but when I do make them, it's on my birthday, and mostly tongue in cheek.