- [x] Set timer for 20 minutes - [x] Start writing The essence of time, moments, days, daylight, is slipping, reducing, in this moment of autumn. What is the moment? It is a glorious day where nothing is planned, the sun is out, the day is medium hot, and the rock is dry. Why let the world, my previous self, my "responsibilities" or anything else play a role in how I use this day? I should appreciate what this day means. I should appreciate how unique and special it is. Last night, a walk at dusk in the woods with Cynthia and the doggos. Sameness. Different. Passing. Special because it's unique. Am I afraid of a blank piece of paper? Isn't that what morning pages will cure? I don't think I am. Do I need this for sure? Maybe and maybe not. This does help one write. The problem isn't that I need to learn how to write. The problem may be that I need to learn how to re-write 🤣 So what is the cure for re-writing? Maybe it's the opposite of morning pages? Maybe it is taking something that I've written and re-writing it from different angles. What if a different version of morning pages existed? In my version I take something I've written and write it again ... > The essence of time, moments, days, daylight, is slipping, reducing, in this moment of autumn. What is the moment? It is a glorious day where nothing is planned, the sun is out, the day is medium hot, and the rock is dry. Why let the world, my previous self, my "responsibilities" or anything else play a role in how I use this day? I should appreciate what this day means. I should appreciate how unique and special it is. Last night, a walk at dusk in the woods with Cynthia and the doggos. Sameness. Different. Passing. Special because it's unique. Autumn's bright sunbeams highlight the special moments of each day. Only autumn brings us the spotlight where the beam focuses the view on what it brightens with such precision. As the cool fall air lacks the humidity of summer, each moment is more open to appreciation. Positioned between the swaths of over-planning are moments, each unique and available; some are wider than others on the calendar. Yet here I am, over-planned by my own pen. I remain stuck by my previous self in a position of not getting all my promises completed. So what to do? First, do what I can, while continuing to appreciate, always appreciate.