A Blank Canvas

I'm not an artist in a traditional sense. I've always admired those with artistic skills...the ability to draw or paint, taking a blank canvas and creating something with great visual appeal. Until the artist applies the utensil to his working space, the surface remains plain. But...oh, what potential.

Have you ever had a day in which you had nothing planned? You woke up that morning with nothing on your schedule, your time void of other commitments, a to-do list that could wait to be addressed and hours ahead of you. A certain, anxious excitement would be present within you as you considered the possibilities for the unclaimed time.

So it is with this blog. Much like a blank canvas or an unplanned stretch of time, it sits before me. Ideas abound on how to fill the space. What is my goal? Am I using it for my own enjoyment, as a mental release of sorts being able to put into writing thoughts bouncing around my head? Or do I intend to entertain those who might read this blog?

Ah, this is getting too deep. Probably why I'm not an artist...