I write more than I publish. My words are often scattered throughout many journals. They start out as ideas, notes, and nonsense on the page. I scratch notes, I scribble ideas, and I start many drafts.
Most of what I write is a draft. Perhaps most of life is a draft–of ideas, of experiences, and of making sense of things I will probably never understand. Perhaps the greatest draft is to be alive in the fullness of words, ideas, experiences, and relationships.
Maybe we are all scratches on the page waiting to wake up more fully, deepen our connections, live more vulnerable lives, and keep the pages of our experiences flowing.
Notice the scratches on the page. What does your draft say today?