It’s been a while since I’ve been up in the wee hours of the morning. And by a while, I mean maybe 3 or 4 weeks. That’s a miracle to me.

Insomnia has been a constant companion of mine for many many years. Many years. And it’s only after a good night’s sleep or several good nights,that it really hits me how detrimental lack of sleep has been to me, my quality of life, my aspirations, my goals, my potential, my family relationships. How much insomnia has shaped me, narrowed my life, stressed me the fuck out.

Insomnia is a beast you do not want around you. That’s why I make getting a good night’s sleep my number one goal each day. From getting morning outdoor light every morning, cutting caffeine by 2pm, to eating dinner by 6pm. It’s a whole thing.

But every once in a while, the plan backfires so no, I am not sure what went wrong today. But I won’t dwell on it. Dwelling on shit is insomnia’s best friend. Best to breathe and think of something else. Or do something else.

In my case today it’s reading this book I picked up at the local library.

I was introduced to this author by on of our students when I worked on the UMKC campus. Francine Rivers, a great author. Writes historical Christian fiction which was a genre I did not read then. I loved that first book and have loved her books since then. Shout out to Mercy Boyd. Thank you.

Long story short, this should keep my over-active mind engaged and soon, sleep will come. That’s the plan. And if not, I will not worry. I will not stress, I will not dwell. All easier said than done but very important to ensuring that I don’t get caught up in insomnia’s vicious loop. Been there done that, got the Tshirt to prove it and trust me, you don’t wanna any part of it.

At that note, off I go to read.