It has often been said that we are the authors of our lives; we write the chapters, we make the rules, we decide the characters. And with all great novels a great story is told, a life is built and it unfold before our very eyes. If life not the same way? We are building our lives. And if we have the power to build the life we want, to write the story of our lives…what do we want it to be? And how do we start writing when we are staring at the blank. white. page?
The best thing about life being a blank white page is that you can literally begin where you like. The canvass is yours do do what you will, much like the world is yours for the taking. I have often said that I want to float around the Caribbean writing. I want to make millions selling my books and retire by the time I am 45. And I have often said I want a safe boring life of raising children, cleaning house and home cooking. Yes, I want that too. I also want a loving husband that adores me. I want a home…that is bright, full of love, friends and the laughter of children. I want authenticity. I want my story to be a great epic novel.
Someone once asked how did I expect to have all that…”Don’t you know you can’t have children and float around the Caribbean…and have a peaceful home?” Well…why not? I think this person is crazy to think that I couldn’t some how pull it off. And that’s the thing about blank pages…you get to choose what is on them.
Now, whose to say what my life will turn out to be? Many times we end up where we never thought we would. I never in a million years thought I would be a writer. But here I am. And the people we meet along the way? They add such color and vivaciousness to our novel. The paths that cross ours, the experiences and conversations we have with those building their own lives can only enrich our own.
So what if life looks like an awkward mashing of metal? A rough scaffolding around some strange dark building? That’s OK, we are just under construction, remodeling maybe. Even the Eifell Tower didn’t look beautiful when it was under construction. But those building it were not concerned. They knew the secret, they saw the plans and knew what a beautiful tower it would be. And so too is the life we build.