My Gen X Playlist: Unwritten – Natasha Bedingfield

I’m still pretty new to writing. I started this blog about a month and a half ago as a way to explore my creative side while on sabbatical. I remember staring at a blank page not knowing what to write. I never knew that a silent blinking prompt could become so deafening. Discovering the daily prompt was very helpful. I felt like the lost tourist at the side of the road with an upside down map in hand and the daily prompt graciously asking me if I needed any help. We look at the map together, the daily prompt pokes and prods with a few questions and then suggests a point of interest to explore. As I walk down the road, I put on my air pods, select the playlist to shuffle, then wander until the two eventually intersect. I think this is what I’ve enjoyed about writing so far – the freedom to wander and ultimately finding a connection. Each morning starts afresh, a new mystery on a blank page, destination unknown, waiting to be written. Not every road paved, some not at all. Some strolls take longer than others and many times I find myself tripping and I stumble my way along. But such is life, yeah?

Staring at the blank page before you. Open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. Reaching for something in the distance. So close you can almost taste it.

– Natasha Bedingfield, Unwritten

As I write this, I’m finding a parallel is emerging between writing and life. Each having their own blank page, each patiently waiting for me to choose what is to be written. Wandering. Connections. I think I’ll chew on this for a bit more. I’m beginning to like where this is headed.

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I am unwritten, can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries
Are outside the line
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes
But I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten