Day 2: Write in my journal
Right after I retired in June of 2015, I picked up a book called The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. Her primary tool in discovering your creative self is to keep what she calls “Morning Pages.” This is a daily commitment to writing a minimum of three pages in a journal. The writing doesn’t have to make sense. It shouldn’t be critiqued. It encourages inspiration and discovery and helps develop a daily writing habit.
I began my morning pages over twenty months ago, have filled fifteen notebooks, and I’m currently working on the 16th. If I miss a day, I feel dizzy, like I’ve forgotten to take my medication or skipped a meal. These rambling morning pages start my day. From them I often get ideas for blog posts or other things I’m writing. They settle me. They energize me. These pages are an integral part of my writing routine. They help me figure out issues in my life. They are my therapist, my anti-depressant, my bartender, my friend. With these pages I have found the strength to stumble through rough times and the gratitude to appreciate simple bliss.
These journals are for no one else but me. I know I should probably throw them away, but I can’t bear to part with them. They remind me to push myself, to write with abandon, to love with grace, to conquer my fears, and to live every day with joy.
“It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our lives that we must draw our strength to live and our reasons for living.” – Simone de Beauvoir
Today is a pink day. I bought new gel pens. So today I christen this pink pen; therefore, I declare it will be a pink day, full of smiles and sunshine and laughter and music and giggles. A pink day. I deem it so.