One of those days that goes by in a flash. One minute I was climbing out of bed, legs sore from the weekend run, the next moment I’m putting the kettle on for a cup of tea before bed. Somewhere in between those two I drove to SFO to pick Aneesah up, and it feels good to have her home. It felt as though it was minutes and months that she was gone.
I’m going to cut this short to write morning pages (yes, at night) because I’ve missed a couple of days and I can tell that it’s the writing I need to do right now. You realize how powerful morning pages are when you go without them for a few days. The thoughts just rattle around in your mind, instead. If I only write one thing, it should be morning pages.
It might seem surprising that I still write morning pages when I’m writing this journal right here, but they’re two totally different things to me. I might write this sort of thing in morning pages, but there are things I’ll write there that probably won’t make it here. Things that I really do write just for me. You can’t give all of yourself away, after all.