I never thought I’d be a person who wrote Morning Pages.
I had always heard about people doing them and thought it wasn’t for me. 3 pages of A4 felt an awful lot, and I didn’t think I had the time.
Even after I bought The Artist’s Way it sat on my bookshelf for at least 2 years. Committing to the whole 12 week plan felt overwhelming.
And yet….
Since September 22nd last year, I’ve filled 7 note books with my (pretty illegible) handwriting.
Every morning for the last 369 days I’ve woken up, opened my notebook, and emptied my head.
Sometimes it’s simply a list of things I’m doing that day, and what I want to remember.
Sometimes there’s a thought in my head that needs to come up.
Some days I’m full of inspiration, other days I write about what the dog is doing at the end of the bed.
And now I can’t imagine missing a day.