For more than a month, I’ve been doing this “exercise” of writing three pages in longhand every morning.
Even though I never go back in time and read, it has meant [and means] a lot of good stuff on a personal level. I never thought I’d hear myself say this; but it has changed things for me. Normally, I wouldn’t really believe that putting pen to paper would make a difference to putting fingers to keyboard, even though a lot of research has been done on this. It does, for me.
This might get a little personal, but I’ve always been prone to dwelling on old [bad] stuff. All of a sudden I could come to think about something that happened ten, twelve years ago, get upset over it again, and the feeling wouldn’t leave me. It would sit in my gut like a big, ugly knot for days. This has actually happened during this month. I wrote about it in the Morning Pages … in three pages I spilled out every detail of it, and examined it. It’s gone! It was such a sense of relief … it was freeing, to realise I will not dwell on that thing again.
I don’t feel in any way committed to doing this. This is something I want to do now, I look forward to it as soon as I get up. While I have the very first sips of coffee, I squiggle my pen and think for a bit … then I’m at it. In one of my earlier posts, I think I said in a comment “it’s like yoga in writing”, and it still feels that way — even though I don’t know what yoga feels like, I can only imagine.
I’ve almost filled up my first Clairefontaine notebook (called Unplugged 🙂), but I have another one in store. This whole handwriting/fountain pen/notebook thing, really came together in a nice way for me.
Today is our second wedding anniversary … even though we’ve been together for twelve years. As I’ve said so many times before; time does indeed fly! We’ll probably go out and have dinner somewhere … in some nice, air-conditioned place 😉.