Glaring at a blank canvas all kinds of possibilities come to mind. Do I dare to shatter the glass ceiling and set myself free.
Glaring at the blank canvas shaking my head as I pick up a brush. Nothing to stop you but you. You got the green light. Dip the brush or let it go.
Stop glaring at the canvas.. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The universe is waiting. Waiting on you to carry through.