Something woke me up at 3am this morning--a noise, a thought, I don't know what it was. But my 3am thoughts turned on and wouldn't stop. 3am thoughts are racing, fearful, overwhelming little thoughts.
And they soon became 4am thoughts. 4 am thoughts pulled me out of bed. I found myself in the closet with the light on trying not to disturb Eric. Maybe it was the light of the closet, but my thoughts became a bit more rational as I sat there stretching my body in a little mini yoga closet session. I grabbed a book off of my shelf. It was a poetry book of my mom's. 4am thoughts also feel a lot of grief and aching for their parents. I tried to sit with that. Why did my mom have to go??
I skimmed poem after poem until 5am thoughts arrived. 5am thoughts were soothed and ready to try sleep again. 5am thoughts knew that's exactly what I needed.
The next thoughts I met up with were 8am thoughts. By that time, the light was peeking through the shutters. All the middle of the night, dark thoughts stayed in the dark because these were new thoughts ready for the light and the day. 8am thoughts are bright and joyful. 8am thoughts are full of hope and excitement. They see the balance of life.
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Funny how I set a goal to block consistently this year and that turned in to less blogging than I have ever done. Some things that have kept me over extended are wrapping up this week. Hoping for my sake that means I can come back to this space more often.
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