I have this weird thing I do when I write my morning pages. I often start off with a confession of when I last wrote. I know that’s silly. Maybe that just deals with my own sense of guilt about not showing up to do it. I have been writing on and off for around 10 years.
I do love this time of year though, when the seasons start to change with the cooler and darker mornings and the sacred act of free writing… restarting them this time of year always feels right.
I put my morning pages on hold last year when I was in Gillian’s class because there was already so much free writing. That being said, I am so ready to get back into this beautiful ritual and the fruits that come from it.
How sweet is my new writing and reading zone - I love it.