Wow, my body has a bagillion parts, and I am pretty sure half of them hurt. And I am pretty sure they all should be exhausted, and beyond ready for bed… but they are not. So, here I am. Awake in the middle of the night.
Funny thing is, I don’t mind. In fact (although this cannot truly be the science-based case) I feel like I get more done during my insomnia-ish spells. I feel focused, accelerated, and spoiled.
When I can’t sleep I can have time. Time to read, write, plan, scheme, and make things happen. Time to set goals, gain perspective, and pray. Time to myself. (And, as you may, or may not know, I am an only child. I am conditioned. Alone time centers me and makes me feel calm.)
What do you do with our mutual friend, Insomnia?
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