LV. Blank Canvas -

The New Years’ countdown is no longer that climatic point in time (at least not for me). I guess the whole idea of hipster-chicness has diffused into every part of our lives.

It is no longer personal when the whole world decides to make a promise or some kind of resolution that will commence being carried out at 12 AM on January 1st.

The blank canvas traverses holidays.

On my birthday this year I counted down the seconds to my actual birth-time, constantly staring at the Satellite TV clock; A cringe here and a contract there, with rare spurts of giggling at the sheer stupidity of it all. 3, 2, 1 -

When I turned 22 I came to the realization that this was my new year and it could have acted as my blank canvas.

I was ill prepared to say the least, and so the day after my college graduation acted as the true blank canvas, (refer to the four improvements made in my life from the last post, Post LIV.)

Blank Canvas - def., n. The idea of starting anew, fresh, and on a completely unfurnished ground.

Having a blank canvas invokes a ruthless restlessness in all of us.

Just present a child or perhaps a minor in middle school with a blank paper. Odds are this child will immediately place their writing utensil to the paper out of excitement and may then become dissatisfied with the no longer blank paper in front of them because the initial fire ignited in them caused them to produce something without thinking that as a result, will most probably cause the youth to ask for another paper.

Two days ago my glasses frames broke. After the initial swearing session I could not help but feel lighter, as if a past burden had been disposed of and the prospects of a new glasses frame made me all too giddy.

The new frame would be the equivalent to a blank canvas.

This reaction disturbed me… had I subconsciously caused my glasses to break so I could purchase another one?

Disregarding the above I realized that reading too much into stuff is no doubt what caused me to lose many a point on many an exam, but I digress.

The blank canvas idea is so intriguing to a human because it is not change.

Most humans do not favor change or the unfamiliar; hence the objective of settling down and the downfall of nomadic times.

The blank canvas can, however, be a change, or not.

The blank canvas is a modification that is made on our own terms and so we’re not surprised with the outcome and instead gain a feeling of accomplishment for doing what we wanted with our blank canvas.

For example, the blank canvas that is space:

I’m moving pretty soon and will be leaving behind my room that, in my totally biased opinion, is the room with the most character in my house.

Despite leaving the room where I had developed thoughts, and had churned out some of my finest moments and suffered some of my worst flus, I am so incredibly excited to be moving.

I am so incredibly excited to have a new room, a blank canvas: I will choose the paint color(s), put up a vintage black-and-white, tapestry-like poster of a dancer that I found recently in one of my blog-searches, and one other wall panel; (* A montage of which is provided with this post.)

Suddenly “DIY”, Do It Yourself, an abbreviation I kept having to look up on Urban Dictionary, is now as common to me as is “lol”.

The idea of transforming old fabric into a cell phone holder no longer strikes me as trivial -

Who am I kidding?

I’m a New Yorker not a Kansas native without a neighbor and too much time on her hands -

White-Out is much too obvious.

Erasers inevitably smudge.

All we want is a ‘Blank Canvas’.