Sunday, slow and heavy; and that's why I have not gotten out of bed.
I ought to unleash the writer in me with the temptation of a few morning pages; thoughts written without inhibition, without control, arbitrary. Feeding introspection and regurgitating psychoanalysis.
In last night's movie, the protagonist desperately searched for memories to face inexplicable doubt and spite of her husband. If I had had the habit of having morning pages, I would not have the predicament, but neither would the director have a reason to film.
Will it be genuine to choose letters from the virtual keyboard on my cunning phone and call it “write”? It is not the fluid movement that the morning pages demand, but rather connection of paper, ink, pen, finger, hand, arm, brain, mind, as a massage and therapeutic union to benefit the mind.
The mind is everything. If you are fortunate to have a body that responds smoothly to the dictates of the mind, then the body is ignored. But in this crooked position my hand is numb; it is the body saying "I am here too".
I should read the book for introverts that explain how to be successful in a world of extroverts. I feel a revival in my inner and private world as I open the door of writing. Will I see the book in a different perspective?
That diversity is greatly praised but at the same time equals introversion with weakness. It is emphasized that you are not alone, that there are others like you, and that admitting and sharing it with others will make you progress. As in the movie, where she shares her doubts with the wife of her husband's ex-boss, who realizes the truth: these are false memories instigated by her husband after one of his drunkenness and controlled it with the fear of revealing a murder she did not commit.
I should publish my first three morning pages to the world. It'll be something I've never done before. Less risky than guiding for Uber, who after being authorized never looked for a single passenger.
What if every day we do something we've never done before? Sunday just started and I've already done two things I've never done before: writing at this time and reading in bed at this early hour on a Sunday.
And before I’ll wash my mouth, read the newspaper, or eat breakfast. Bravo!