Posted by W.J. Howard on Friday, August 20, 2010
I used to do my morning pages on the bus ride into Downtown Denver every workday morning and with coffee on the weekends. I think I still have the notebooks around the house somewhere. I remember working for Qwest (U.S. West at the time) as a project manager back then. It was the most stressful and irritating job I've ever had. In hindsight, doing the morning pages probably saved my sanity.
Anyways, after dumping just 9 pages, I can feel the clutter in my brain chipping away, WHOORAY! Funny thing is though, I don't remember what I wrote. You're not supposed to go back and read over it. So I have to ask myself, how insignificant is the stuff I let clutter up my brain?