My first thoughts

I started a new blog today. I was, and am, working on a book about all my random thoughts about God and Christianity, well, Life, the Universe, and Everything really, and the answer is not as simple as 42. I have this problem though, I cannot seem to get over the intimidation of a blank page before me. I long to write beautiful, challenging, meaningful words, but all I can think is, well Nate, your about to post up some more of your crappy writing (In my head I sometimes use stronger language depending on the day). So I remembered something, when I was taking art classes we use to get this strikingly white pieces of sketch board to do our work on. But when you have that clean, bright white page in front of you, its really really hard to be satisfied with any mark you put on that page, no matter what you do it's like your taking away from the beauty of that blank page. So my teacher would have us throw, quite literally, our sketch board on the tile floor, and then check to see if we had any gum, or worse, on our shoes, and then we would walk on that bright white, clean, board. When we were done, the page had scuff marks all over it, it was still white, but not as white, not so intimidatingly bright, and perfect. It was no longer the case that any mark made on that page would take away from the beauty it already was. Now we had nothing to worry about. Any thing we did would only improve the page before us. This is my dirty sketch board, metaphorically speaking, and if something truly beautiful is made here, it will find its way into my other blog, the not so messy one, the important one. But if your interested in my not so clean thoughts, (that sounds bad, but you know what I mean) than please read on.