Morning Pages #92

10:48 AM, A cup of hot water and lime in front of me. season three of Highway to Heaven on my TV.

I'm writing this on my kitchen table (and not my coffee table) for two days in a roll. I need to do that more often. I usually do it on my bed And I know that's not good for me.

Just stop to write something I'm going to put on Facebook, on my depression group. believe me, social media is an excellent distraction in the current madness of the world.

Here's what I wrote
binge-watching highway to heaven and it got me thinking.

What would your Guardian Angel say to you?

Everything will be okay
Or
don't be so hard on yourself.
Or
give yourself a break.

what about you?

So what about you?
18 minutes, see you when I see mute.