Hoy me senté a escribir en el blog… Y no se me ocurría nada.
Absolutely nothing.
What a strange feeling.
Usually by the time I sit down to write, I already have a topic in mind, and if I don´t have it yet, it just comes up on the spot as if by magic. But today, who knows why, time was slipping away and my page was still blank. No matter how hard I thought, or how much I searched for inspiration.
A bit disconcerting, isn´t it? An empty page. Ideas, words, answers that haven´t arrived yet.
It occurs to me that, in general, we humans are not great at dealing with empty spaces. Like when we are in a conversation and suddenly there´s a silence, and out of discomfort we try to fill it as soon as possible, saying something at random. Or like when we´re queuing somewhere, or waiting to be served at a restaurant, and we turn to our smartphones so that we don´t have to deal with not knowing what to do until it´s our turn.
Mucho se habla de que en estos tiempos nuestra sociedad se ha acostumbrado a la gratificación instantánea. Y curiosamente, cuando pensamos en los niños, sabemos que es bueno para ellos aburrirse de vez en cuando, porque de ahí es de donde surgen la imaginación y la creatividad… Pero, sinceramente, ¿hasta qué punto nos aplicamos el cuento también los adultos?
Maybe when we finally learn to come to terms with that empty space, with that blank page, and discover that we don´t need to have all the answers (much less have them immediately!), we will allow our imagination and creativity to flow. And then we will realize that there are infinite ways to fill in that page, and that we can truly enjoy experimenting and finding our own style.
Every new day is a blank page of your book waiting to be written