It's the middle of the night. I've been getting a steady 4-5 hours of sleep for more than a month, and yet I'm wide awake. I'm not stressing things. My kids are turning into decent humans, my house is clean...ish, and my finances are not "cross my fingers and hope for the best" status right now. I have a good (ish) job where people treat me well and I kind of love it. I'm lonely, but not because I'm alone; my husband is just doing the super sailor thing right now, and I'm proud of him for it. I'm loved. I'm happy. So why am I not sleeping?
Because I start to doze off and think of things I want to say. Or write. But....well...I don't know which things to write, or where to write them and, quite frankly, I don't feel like sitting in front of a computer and typing anything into coherent thoughts. So tonight I'm blogging. Sitting in my car, a/c on, listening to 80s music and typing literally as fast as my thoughts are popping into my head. Will this be a nightly thing? I doubt it. I suck at committing to a schedule/routine. Will I pick a topic for this blog and devote myself to it? Doubtful. Seriously. Will anybody read it? God...I kind of hope not...but if you do, what would you want to read about? Maybe I'll come back someday and find my greatest idea ever, and write a bestseller based on it. But maybe not.
