I started the morning pages at the end of October last year while on vacation. I figured, oh this will be one of those things you think is a great idea when you’re away from home that you will never do in real life.
Well, not so. I kept going, week after week. I find that if I have a week like last week where I only had time to write twice, I feel a little sense of loss. Last week I missed it so much, I picked my journal up on Friday night, just to feel the flow of words coming to the page.
And this week has been better… I’ve written every day. Except for today, I opted to go for a walk instead. I don’t know if it’s helping my creativity much, but it sure feels like a good psychotherapy session first thing in the morning. :-)

