There’s something so satisfying about new stationery.

The blank crisp pages are just waiting to be written on.

And we are the writers – in complete control of our own destiny.

If only you knew the journey it took to actually live by that.

I pick up my pen, excited to have the free will to write my own story.

For the first time ever, the lack of a step-by-step plan doesn’t scare me.

How liberating it is to know that life can be whatever I want it to be.

The new plan is to not force a plan.

It is written only because I decided to write it.