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Rachel Ridge

Clarity begins on the page

Published 3 months ago • 1 min read

Hi My Golden Friend,

There’s something almost magical about putting pen to paper before the world gets loud.

For years, I’ve started my mornings with what Julia Cameron calls “morning pages”—three messy, unfiltered pages of whatever is in my head. It's considered a "brain dump" (although I hate that term) of whatever you want to write about.

I like to think of it as my scribbled "Creative Practice."

No matter what you call it, here’s what I’ve found: clarity doesn’t come from thinking harder.
​It comes from getting it out.

Those pages have held my doubts, my ideas, my prayers, and more than a few half-baked thoughts that eventually became books. In fact, every one of my last three books began somewhere in those quiet, scribbled mornings.

Journaling creates space.
It clears the mental clutter.
It lets you hear your own voice again.

If you’re feeling stuck or unsure of your next step, try this:
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Tomorrow morning, write three pages.

Don’t overthink it. Just begin.

Clarity will meet you there.

With you in the quiet moments,

​
Rachel

PS Here is my latest video reflection on clarity, with a cameo from Flash:

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PPS If you’d like a gentle place to land your thoughts, I created My Intentional Year journal to guide you through simple, meaningful reflection all year long. It's an easy, low stakes way to start.

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