It’s time for a blog post.
It’s lunch time and I’m back home after being at work this morning. I don’t think I can describe the happiness that is driving home after work. It’s a contentment because I’ve been productive all morning and sitting in my car is the first time all day I’ve been warm because as I drive the sun is beating at my face through the window. Finally, I think, I can feel my toes. And I get too hot because the sun is in my eyes the whole time but it’s such a nice change I can’t complain. I’ve been awake since 6:20 (or 6:40, depending on my attitude) and the possibilities are endless. I’m not sure what these possibilities are, but they’re endless so that’s gotta be good!
Changing pace, let’s talk about how I start my day.
My sister (thanks, bud!) first introduced me to the concept of ‘morning pages’ a while ago, and though I liked the thought of them I didn’t give them a go and I forgot they existed. But the other week I was scrolling through a blog I read time-to-time but never bookmark, and she talked about morning pages too, which got me thinking.
The concept is simple and rather captivating.
Done first thing when you wake up, morning pages are three pages of streams-of-consciousness. You write and you don’t stop until you’ve got three pages of writing. Think of it as journalling on steroids. Or don’t, but know I do.
I enjoy this exercise because it gets out the thoughts that would otherwise be crowding me during breakfast, during work, throughout the day. Writing without interruption for three pages is cleansing, refreshing. I’ve found that when I do it (depending on 6:20 or 6:40), any worries I have for the oncoming day are acknowledged, given to God, and laid to rest. I don’t consider it my quiet time,as I tend to read my Bible before bed, though often the exercise becomes a prayer or reflection on what’s going on spiritually.
Morning pages is a way of paying attention to what’s going on in the inside; things that can go unacknowledged in the busyness of every day life. It’s why I like waking up early; everything is still sleeping and I can crawl into the day, dwelling on things I wouldn’t have otherwise.
It’s a good way to start the day.
As I finish off this post, I look out the window to see one of our chickens walking next to my mum, and if that’s not cute I don’t know what is.