Bifocal glasses, not mine, left on a picnic table in the park. Someone is not reading the fine print today.
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SO LAST WEEK while stuck at home because of this, I decided to go through all the writing ditherage I’ve kept over the years.
Much of it was in boxes in the basement.
Lots of it was spiral notebooks from the late 90s to mid-2003 filled with my handwritten Morning Pages a la The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron.
I was diligent about my daily 3 page writing practice for a while there.
Just about all the notebooks contained a repetitive selection of whiny, self-absorbed, humdrum scribblings that suggest to me now I was stuck and unhappy during those years.
My inner muse had not caught my attention yet.
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AFTER SAVING THE few good or funny thoughts I’d captured years ago in these notebooks, I had an epiphany. I thanked the writing practice for guiding me to today, then as a way of making my life lighter I shredded these notebooks.
Every last one of them gone.
Thus I’ve freed myself, literally and spiritually, from a bunch of heavy negativity that I’d been saving in boxes in the basement for over a decade.
I tell ‘ya, if you’re feeling burdened by life I recommend shredding outdated thoughts. It may sound corny, but doing so has lifted a weight from me. And I feel free to get on with that which needs to be written now.
Muse, lead the way.
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THE SPECTACLED BEAN 