insomniac writing
I'm not good at sleeping. Don't get me wrong, I can sleep, and I do sleep, yet I'm pretty sure I don't get enough of it. For instance, it's 4:04am as I type this, and I'm awake. I've been awake since 3:30 or so. I don't know why, I just wake up and sometimes it takes awhile to go back to sleep. Sometimes it's five minutes, sometimes it's 2 hours. Tonight is looking like it's closer to 2 hours. Or maybe I'll fall asleep on the keyboard right here.
The problem is that my mind starts racing about all of the things that I need to do. Anxiety is a bitch. It comes from my insecurities, of course. What if this, what if that. I know, at least on a conscious level, that things are going to be alright, and that we're going to make it and we are going to be successful.
But damnit if that voice in the back of my head does not shut up.
Erin is running the OUC half-marathon this coming Saturday. I couldn't be more proud of her. Since we joined the YMCA two years ago, she has really come a long way. When we started, she couldn't do a single military push-up, and today she can easily do over 20 real push-ups. Pull-ups, squats, you name it, she can do it. No machines, real weights. She joined a running club a few months back, and here she's about to go for 13.1 miles this Saturday, in under two hours. Impressive, eh?
I call her a mom unleashed.
I need to get my ass back in the gym. This working two jobs thing is killing me physically, and I've got to start managing my time better. My Outlook is about to get a little more crowded. Time to schedule some more sleep as well.
The problem is that my mind starts racing about all of the things that I need to do. Anxiety is a bitch. It comes from my insecurities, of course. What if this, what if that. I know, at least on a conscious level, that things are going to be alright, and that we're going to make it and we are going to be successful.
But damnit if that voice in the back of my head does not shut up.
Erin is running the OUC half-marathon this coming Saturday. I couldn't be more proud of her. Since we joined the YMCA two years ago, she has really come a long way. When we started, she couldn't do a single military push-up, and today she can easily do over 20 real push-ups. Pull-ups, squats, you name it, she can do it. No machines, real weights. She joined a running club a few months back, and here she's about to go for 13.1 miles this Saturday, in under two hours. Impressive, eh?
I call her a mom unleashed.
I need to get my ass back in the gym. This working two jobs thing is killing me physically, and I've got to start managing my time better. My Outlook is about to get a little more crowded. Time to schedule some more sleep as well.
posted by wine daddy at
4:04 AM
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