And I don't mean the band... (although I kinda wish I did).
A couple of months ago I started writing about 'making myself' and claiming 2011 as my year & such... yada, yada, yada. Then I dissapeared off the face of the earth. Er. The blogosphere & the twitterverse, which, if you know me, is basically my world, so it turns out I was right in my initial claim. (that was an anal-retentive digression)
So a part of the whole "make myself" year is doing The Artist's Way
(I really like this feeling of synchronosity. It feels like everything is working out as it should be - and is so completely satisfying to know that I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing to get to where I need to go. Because usually? Usually I'm wandering aimlessly).
I'm obviously having a difficult time in making a go of this darn blog post, so I'm just going to cut & paste my morning pages from this morning... which I just so happened to write just because of my A-Ha! moment.
March 3, 2011
I write these morning pages as I lay in bed, wide awake. It's about 7 AM - which is typically way too early for me. I usually rise at 8 or 9 AM. Right now I have a co-sleeper, Juniper, with me. I love that she sleeps next to me - she is sunch a little angel, and she is just so beautiful to look at. The negatives of having a co-sleeper include, but is not limited to : being woken up by her weird position changes, legs, arms, noises, dreams, etc. The other night she screamed a bloody murder type of scream. Her first full-fledged-nightmarish-scream. She told us that we were feeding hippos & from what I could ascertain from her fast & breathy 2 y/o talk, was that she thought the hippo was going to eat her daddy. Which reminds me... another negative of having an angelic co-sleeper? Tim & I now sleep in different rooms (read: limited sexy time). Not that that's the most important thing in the world, but I do like it. (smiley face).
I don't typically write my morning pages. In fact I probably wouldn't have written them today - only I had an A-Ha! moment as I lay here, wide awake & though I should write it down, and thought to myself, what a perfect excuse to write my morning pages. (grin).
I am currently reading a book called Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking. Never having read it, but having heard great things about its author, I purchased the book for a friend's husband for Christmas. So the other day, when I was knee-deep in the Self-Help section of Border's, I saw the book and decided that I should probably read it for myself.
It's so wonderfully well written and clever. Not boring at all (which is the general fault with the entire "self-help" genre altogether, if you ask me) and it makes you think (I like that). This pithy little book is about snap judgements, first impressions, our "gut feeling" ... our intuition and how it is all quite simply pattern recognition.
[Insert A-HA! here.]
Pattern recognition is a right-brained activity. Right brained activities are considered a feminine characteristic. ERGO a "woman's intuition" !
A-HA! A-HA! A-HA (triple exclamation point!)
This is totally why women can say things like, "you never call when you're gonna be late" or whatever and the dude just tries to deny this FACT by saying things like, "that's so not true".
... it's because we women are far superior in recognizing patterns and the men, well. They just have no clue! (that latter part is a very funny joke). It's time for men to trust women when we claim that they always get wrastle-y when they get intoxicated, for example, and just say something like, "you're right, babe. I'm sorry."
So the point in this whole post? I don't entirely know.
I just know that I felt like writing it. Which is a good thing because there hasn't been a whole lotta that going on.
And at the very least, you'll simply have a glimpse at my early morning meanderings. Which can be considered a priviledge.
Or not.