Yes. I tripped. On my January retreat, I brought with me 350 pages of a journal I had kept years ago. It was when Julie Cameron, author of The Artist’s Way, recommended that we write morning pages for a year.
Geez, since I am so good about following instructions, I did just that. Some pages made me grimace as I recalled an event or some less-than-brilliant statement I made. Other pages made me realize that I had not outgrown some less-than-productive behavior. You could say I tripped.
Then again other pages made me smile as I remembered special clients, dear friends, family outings.
It was a slog going thru all the pages. In the end, I remembered, rejoiced, regretted and then—threw them all away.
That was then. This is now. Amen.
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