It was 2019 when I first tried implementing the Morning Pages into my life, and it was a struggle. I tried and failed many times, but never stopped completely. In 2021 it finally clicked, and today, the page feels like mine.
Looking back I see it as playing with pages. You have to find the page that’s right for you. I kept bending the rules, but in reality there’s not many rules with the Morning Pages. It’s pen to paper, first thing in the morning, therein lies the name. One thing I always came back to was a standard size piece of paper, but today the page looks totally different than where I began.
It’s blank with no lines and it’s not in a notebook.
I’d continually try different forms of paper and encourage you to as well. I’ve used journals and spiralbound notebooks. Notebook paper worked for months, but then I purchased some paper for a project at work. I only needed 25 pieces of paper to print out some letters, but the smallest sized box held 100 pieces. This paper is pale gold parchment, and if you’ve never held a piece of parchment paper in your hands, you need to.
Each morning I sit down at my desk, pick up a pen and let it glide across the blank page.
I love being an adult. When you’re a teenager, you are too young for most of what you would like to do and too old for the rest. Being an adult, you can do most anything you want to do, within reason of course.
I’ve started to journal again. It started a couple of weeks ago with a gratitude list and evolved from there.
I’ve had a very quiet season with God the past few months. It’s like He moved us into this house and said, “Wait.” He is moving now, and everyday I see something new. A small thing happens where I can tell we are on the same page. Everything that has occurred this year is starting to make sense now.
I was curled up on my bed with a cup of green tea and this book I want to use as my journal. It made me pause and wonder, how many women get to do this? To curl up in the middle of their bed, in early evening and gaze out the windows and just be.
I get to be an adult and become whatever God wants me to be. My daughter just turned 16 and wants to go to Australia in a couple of years. I’d better enjoy this next couple of years I have with her because they go by too fast. If you are a Mom with more than one child and the only time you get to curl up in bed is for sleep, be encouraged.
It won’t last, so enjoy where you are.
You see, 10 years ago, I put my dreams on hold to be the best Mom I could possibly be. God doesn’t forget the dreams He puts in your heart. He knows what you’re supposed to be and He’s patient.
Today, I am just now starting to see my dreams come back into view. They look a little different, but it’s the same general idea. As a matter of fact, it’s going to be better than ever before. So, I am going to go back to my bed, journal and be grateful that I get to.