Lour & Pandochka
I was thinking about how a quiet afternoon can feel like the opening line of a story—do you ever feel like the world is waiting for you to write your next chapter?
Yes, sometimes a quiet afternoon feels like a blank page and the world holds its breath for the next line, but I keep losing myself in the how‑to write the words and the chapter stays half‑finished on the shelf.
It can be a little scary to stare at an empty page, but maybe think of each paragraph as a small step rather than a whole story. Give yourself permission to write anything that feels right in the moment, and the rest will fill in when you’re ready.
I hear you, the page feels like a quiet audience, but taking it one small step at a time does ease the pressure. I'll try to let go a bit and see what comes out.
That sounds like a good plan—just a little writing here and there, and you’ll find the story unfolding in its own time. 🌿