Maybe it’s because I knew just how much STUFF I have to accomplish in the next two weeks…
Maybe it’s because Sunday was my only “good” day of the weekend…
Maybe it’s because my brain NEVER shuts off…
Last night, I lay in bed wide awake. Physically exhausted.
Double checked, even triple checked my alarm clock to make sure it was set.
Set out my clothes for the morning, which is something I never do. When I did in the past, by morning I never quite felt like wearing what I had set out the night before.
Made my MUST-DO list for Monday. (Still at work now trying to catch up and cross things off by the way!)
Made sure my planner was in my new tote
All my ducks were in a row still I lay there WIDE AWAKE! That just drives me BoNkErS!
Laying down to sleep and all of a sudden I wanna solve all the world’s problems: mine, friends, family, co-workers, students… You name it, I’m thinking about it!
Oddly enough, while laying there almost ready to start counting sheep in hopes of catching some zzz’s Shel Silverstein’s Poem, “Whatif” popped into my head.
Isn’t that when the Whatifs set in? When you finally begin to rest after running around all day, when you’re winding down, when you are downright exhausted.
Turning off the whatifs, because “whatif” is just another way of saying worry… and remember my friends, I am not to worry for about a month still!
Have a restful sleep my friends…
Hoping tonight the Whatifs stay away from me AND you!