Blank Space (but not the T. Swift kind)

It is with immense excitement that I, Elizabeth, introduce the first (of many!) blog posts from the one and only Miranda Meadows. I've known Miranda since I was 4 years old, and she is one of my most favorite people in the world, my sounding board, a true friend, and possibly the only person who could stand to talk to me on the phone for three hours at a time. Perhaps I'll tell you all the full story of how this collaboration came about at a later time, but right now, I am SO incredibly happy to welcome my dear friend as a permanent featured contributor on Purpose Over Pride. I hope you'll enjoy the words and wealth of wisdom and passion she brings, as much as I have in my own life...

I’m going to be completely honest with you from the start…. I thought I had a bajillion ideas for this first post.  Yet, every time I sat down to look at the blank page (or blank space! Cue Taylor Swift in 3-2-1), I was suddenly aware of all other tasks that needed doing.  (Wait… I think I hear my dogs calling me for a dance party… Maybe I'll write later...)

Let’s face it, y'all.  There’s something incredibly daunting about every blank page.  Every fresh start.  Every new adventure. 

Why is that?

My snow-covered backyard a few weeks ago!

My snow-covered backyard a few weeks ago!

Recently, I experienced a "record breaking" first snow in my tiny town in Maine.  After spending most of my life in south Mississippi, snow never ceases to amaze me.  It truly is glorious. (And incredibly difficult to drive in, but that's another story…)  As I glanced out over the field behind my house, I admired the sparkle and purity of it all.  So untouched and quiet.  Yet, it wasn't long before I had to disturb it with my presence and that of two rambunctious pups, and I found myself mourning the loss of the perfect snowflakes trampled in my footprints.

It's awfully scary to leave a mark… 

I think a blank page is a little bit like that snow. When I stare into the whiteness of the page, I fear my failings and imperfections could disturb its purity.  It is intimidating to see that my shaky footprints (or words) could open a way through the snow (or page) for others.  A blank page demands that I be brave, that I risk putting my footprints out there for all to see.  It begs for intentional choices.  It longs for vulnerability, courage, and the ultimate belief in my ability to tackle that which is untouched.  And it is this shaky, yet courageous, vulnerability that redeems the imperfection and connects me to others, creating beauty.

When I look at that blank page as a new adventure, a chance to trust myself and my imperfections, unfiltering in full faith… I can find the words.  And when I see the snow as a chance to embrace the temporary moments that are given to me, I find the courage to take the first step.

Without that first step, how else could I create snow angels?!

Sometimes, you just have to go for it.  Oh, and this was really cold. 

Sometimes, you just have to go for it.  Oh, and this was really cold. 

I’m thrilled, and slightly terrified, about the blank pages that are coming as a part of this adventure with Elizabeth and with you, dear one… but I have so often found that there is nothing more beautiful than stepping into the newness and unknown with one hand reaching out to the opportunity and adventure, and the other safely tucked in the loving hand of a best friend who will walk alongside you. 

Almost 25 years of friendship under our belts. Or under our puffy coats?

Almost 25 years of friendship under our belts. Or under our puffy coats?

Wishing everyone a happy Thanksgiving filled with love, good food, and a heart overflowing with gratitude!

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