It's been a long week. A long, sleepless week. I don't know why, but two nights in a row, I couldn't shut my brain off. Now, it wouldn't be so bad if I'd actually come up with solutions to the problem, but I didn't. All I got was exhaustion.
And I mean exhaustion.
I'm sitting here typing this thinking, "A nap sounds fantiastic." Only, I didn't get up that long ago and I shouldn't be that tired.
Napping is out of the question, really. If I nap, I definitely won't sleep tonight.
Do any of you suffer with this?
I know I worry too much. I've said before that worry is my superpower. It's hard not to worry, especially when I know worrying isn't going to help.
Sometimes things are just out of my control. Thinking, stressing, or worrying isn't going to magically put those things in my control either.
At forty-five, you'd think I'd know that by now, but alas, in this case, age is just a number. Maybe I need to be like Solomon and ask for wisdom.
Funny. It just struck me that Solomon was wise enough to ask for more wisdom.
Maybe that really is the answer. Being wise enough to know you can never be too wise.
Okay, I have words to put on the screen. I still have three books to write before the end of the year. If you're the praying kind, I'll take all I can get.