So I do this thing called Morning Pages. It’s a method used in the book “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron, to unblock creative people. It’s a really awesome book and there are weekly exercises to help you unblock your creativity. Anyway, Morning Pages are a stream of consciousness writing you do every morning to get all your thoughts and ideas out. Julia also instructs us to not go back and read your Morning Pages. I’m in a creative slump so I’ve been reading my Morning Pages for inspiration. I laughed, I cried, I called a friend to do both with me. Even though this is totally against the rules, I want to share a sample of one of my entries. And who cares if I break the rules, no one reads this blog anyway lol.
Where is the man of my dreams already?! Like what is my future husband doing right now? Probably sleep or cuddling with his current girlfriend or wife. Since I don’t know, I think I’ll make up what he’s doing right now. Today he is in some exotic city. Paris. Wait no, Paris sounds so basic. So he is in some random city in France. He woke up and opened his laptop because he sleeps next to it like me. He checked his email and wrote a few. I don’t know what he does but he makes a good living doing it. Maybe he’s an art dealer. Chicks dig art dealers. I saw “Unfaithful”. He’s not wearing a shirt and he’s in shape, like cut. But not from excessive workouts he’s just naturally toned. For some reason I picture him wearing white linen pants, no shirt, and barefoot (he just woke up duh!). There’s a lot of white actually; white sheets, white walls, etc. Am I picturing him waking up in heaven? I can’t tell his ethnicity. I don’t want to know either.
What does he do next? I would hope something very French like read the newspaper while drinking an espresso. I’m describing Leonardo DiCaprio in like all of his movies, aren’t I? Well fuck, he’s cool. I’m still thinking about Don Jon I finally finished it last night. It’s like I got what Joseph Gordon-Levitt was trying to say but I don’t agree with how he said it. Mental note: maybe he made a movie about the differences between love & porn because his mom is some super feminist i.e. why his name is hyphenated. I make shit up when I don’t feel like googling it. The movie basically says that making love is better than sex because you can “lose yourself in someone”. But the movie shows us that just means looking someone in the eye while having sex. Sappy. I don’t dislike it but I don’t like it either. I’m sleepy. I’m trying to fight the urge to go back to sleep and be productive. Well napping can be productive if you’re tired right?
That’s just a sample but you get the gist of it. I encourage everyone to start Morning Pages. You’ll be amazed at what you end up finding out about yourself. As for me, I’m still waiting on my white linen dream man…