The Morning Pages was based on a creative exercise that came to enlighten artists and writers alike found in her book, The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity by Julia Cameron whose books became a national sensation and a bible to many creative souls (like me!)

So, this one chapter in her book covers the morning pages like:


Morning Pages

The bedrock tool of a creative recovery is a daily practice called Morning

Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing,
done first thing in the morning. *There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages*–
they are not high art. They are not even “writing.” They are about
anything and everything that crosses your mind– and they are for your eyes
only. Morning Pages provoke, clarify, comfort, cajole, prioritize and
synchronize the day at hand. Do not over-think Morning Pages: just put
three pages of anything on the page…and then do three more pages tomorrow.


While my blog site is inspired from the idea of the morning pages, it is not a workbook effort nor do I have any affiliation with her publishers or herself as an author, I am strongly suggesting you get yourself the book, if you are as passionate about writing or art for that matter, as I am, it can only be a welcomed addition to your bookshelf or Kindle… or whatever it is people like to read on these days. I treasure my copy.

I did the longhand,  stream of consciousness writing first thing in the morning and at first I had a hard time filling out three pages and by the end, I didn’t have enough of 3 pages. It becomes part of a cleansing routine for your brain that gets cluttered with all and everything that can happen in a day.  That’s how I built my confidence as a writer back up after taking a year and half of absence because life is nuts and pulls you in directions you should’ve backed out of and situations you should have avoided but you live and you learn.

Be honest with yourself first and figure out your true self, don’t let it get lost because you feel you should be busy.

I see people suffering from a lack of “me-time” all the time.

It’s horrible because if you bring it up to them, you’re “the one who doesn’t understand because you have so much time on your hands” and “no real responsibilities”… We’ve all had versions of this argument at one time or another.

I’ve lost friends who had grown to lose themselves and I could not stand by and be around when the soul of that person had died.

It’s sad when you think of those people alive among us, living and existing, going about their daily lives but with no passion. No spark. No real joy.

Don’t let yourself become an empty shell.

I may be many things and people don’t always understand me, I’m not here to be liked by society or fit in to a certain class but anytime I have met a person with passion and spark, a person brimming with life and light in their eyes… Social class and where you work or how much money you make becomes irrelevant.

I’d rather be a dreamer or a wanderlust traveler than a millionaire with a mansion and no real ability to connect to another human being.