As I do most mornings, I woke up this morning and immediately thought, Don't think! Don't think! Don't think! Because if I can just not think a rational thought, I can go back to sleep, but once that first thought crosses my mind, it's all over. I lay there and stew and worry and plan and think and pray.
That NEVER used to happen. When did I become an easy early riser? I can't think of the last time the kids beat me out of bed.
Anyway....I just knew I could go back to sleep and then the thought crossed my mind, It's my birthday. That was it. Over.
Thirty-five years old and my birthday still excites me enough I can't go back to sleep.
How messed up is that?