Today, which will be yesterday when this goes active, was the first time in a very long time that I did it in my own house.
Of course they're supposed to be morning pages and I started at 7:30 PM so I'm still not accomplishing well, but none the less: Progress!
A lot of the time I'm talking about plans that I'll never follow through on, ideas I'll never explore, and various ways of saying, "How the fuck do I fill three pages when I can't think of anything without writing this same thing over and over again?"
Sometimes something else comes out. It's a brain dump and sometimes brains have things to say, ideas as it were.
Here's where I ended today:
We live in a land of plenty and people like me are supposed to be so afraid of losing what little we have that we'll refuse to admit anyone else deserves better than they've got. No matter how much worse others may have it.
I have to believe that we're better than that. Compassion is within us and, however fucked we ourselves may be, we can at least support the idea that others deserve better than they've got.
Even if we as individuals can't help, we the (motherfucking) people can. The government is an extension of us; even broke people like me.And then I ran out of page. I think I was going to mention that part of the reason it's an extension of me, someone who gets money from the government instead of pays money into it, is that I vote. Or some such.
Like I said: scribblings.