I’m losing sleep again over the day-to-day drama instead of earth-shatteringly major, life-changing decisions. 😅
And then the epiphany arrives: I sleep better when I’m changing course. I felt alive, as though I had a purpose, in a world where everyone was different and changing and brave.
Now I just lie awake feeling lost, as though I’ve lost my rudder, my direction and my drive.
At least, now that I’m totes tired, I’ll sleep tonight.
Direction will come when things feel less chaotic and clarity arrives. It has arrived before, and I know it will arrive again.
I’ll do better tomorrow. But for now: to sleep, perchance to dream.
