Tempered insanity
I went to bed at 8:30 last night and read and read and read till I fell asleep. Then I woke at 3AM – my mind a bevy of detached thoughts – do I need to get a waterproof bag for my duck hunting trip next weekend? – how come I am head over heels about someone I barely know? – my mother left a message to watch the Victoria Secret show, I didn’t call her back – I had about a zillion things on my to do list for work that didn’t get done so that gets added to my kazillion today – why can’t I sleep? – is Pilates enough or should I go back to weights also? – should I go meet this guy on Friday or not? – why is my bed so cozy?
I woke this morning with no more insight than when I had gone to bed – a restlessness still rattling my cage – but there has been a slight buffering of the edges – I’m trying not to get bruised up as I work through this – trying to be kind to myself and congratulatory that I got what I did get done yesterday and that I made it through yesterday without my heart or head exploding.