When I was fifteen years old, I asked my boyfriend what he liked about me. “You’re like a blank slate,” he said.

A blank slate? As in EMPTY with nothing to offer?

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Now I have a different awareness of what he meant, a new appreciation of the blank page and this thing called surrender.

Each day I surrender to that blank page. I invite the infinite possibilities of what can be written in that space.

I surrender, open and receive, discovering what is written on my life and who I am being with each choice.

Surrender and emptiness means more of me, not less.

What do you think?