One of the problems plaguing me over the last year is poor sleep. I have craved sleep, and while I fall asleep easily, I toss and turn all.night.long. The evidence is my bed. I wake up exhausted, often with a headache, with sheets twisted around one leg and blankets spilling onto the floor. Poor Jeff.
More often than not, I stare at the ceiling for a split second before my mind begins reeling with everything I need to accomplish; it is frequently overwhelming and even debilitating as the burden of the day’s load smothers me before I even rise.
There’s nothing like waking up and wishing the day was already over. Everyone wants to live like that, right? Ummm…no.