The blank page

I was reading Robin's blog yesterday about right brained vs left brained people and I thought for sure I'd be left brained. I took the test knowing, just wanting to figure out how far I tipped. And then the results came back split. I'm exactly half and half. Who knew?

You see, I figured I was more creative because I don't wear a watch, am not a big detail person and can't decide anything with a degree of confidence until I "feel" the answer. You can use all the logic you want, but you still have to wait for the gut. At least that's how it's always worked for me.

Sometimes the instinct works quickly, other times it doesn't. Like this morning. It's the first day of Lent, a time when Catholics like me choose to give up something or do something special/extra. And I have no idea what I'm going to pledge to do. I thought I'd get an instinct before now. Apparently not.

My daughter is the same way, only she had a school project due today where she had to illustrate what she was doing for Lent. Ha. She was trapped. She sat at the kitchen table last night, staring at the blank page, saying, "I just don't know. It hasn't come to me."

I totally understood. And I had no solutions other than what I tell myself when I stare at a blank page. Just start writing. It'll come to you.

It did. She's giving up soda.

Maybe I need to give myself a project today, or a deadline. Or perhaps just pull out a blank page.