How many days this week did you do your morning pages?
So, this was a bit of a rough week. Scarlett had a cold and pretty much didn’t sleep or nap for any continuous length of time; therefore, I did not sleep or nap for any decent amount of time. I ended up sleeping with Scarlett in the guest room for most of the week and slept right through my cricket-sounds alarm, which Brian just loves, by the way. I did my morning pages five days this week. Two of those days I wrote first thing in the morning. Strangely, my family felt compelled to seek me out and speak to me while I was writing only on those two days. I write a lot about writing with bucket loads of distraction.
Did you do your artist date this week?
Brian and I went out with an artist this week. Does that count?
Were there any other issues this week that you consider significant for your recovery?
Honestly, the tasks this week didn’t really speak to me. I did about half of them. The other half just seemed totally off the mark for me right now. Instead, I spent a lot of time this week cleaning. Really cleaning. I have cleaned every room in this house deeply and thoroughly, and I’ve already started back again. (I thank Martha Stewart for my new cleaning schedule.) I have to say: I feel happier. I know that there are a lot of creative types who say they thrive on organized chaos. I believe these people are lying to themselves. I believe this because I used to be one of these people. As I go through this process, clearing my mind with journaling, I feel a need to organize my space. If I make my the left side of my brain happy, perhaps it will finally quiet down and let the right side have a turn.