Sleepless, but not in Seattle...

I cannot sleep.

I tried counting sheep. Changing pillows. Fan on. Fan off. Switching sides of the bed. Lights on. Lights off. Tried socks on, then socks off. Tried singing (not sure why). Tried praying...

Just one of those nights I suppose... So what do I do? I switch on the lamp, turn on my music, and write.
I suppose I can recollect on the day...

I woke up this morning very happy. Probably because I realized that everything does happen for a reason. That sometimes I need to stop always having a handle on things. That this world I live in is going to continue to do it's own thing. That life will always be offering me unexpected gifts that I need to gratefully accept.

I went through the day organizing and compartmentalizing all of my thoughts and priorities. It felt good.
I listened to some good music. Read for a while. Wrote for an even longer while. Missed the people who I hope are having a beautiful time whilst in Seattle. Ordered pizza and watched a movie with my favorite person otherwise known as my mommy. Talked to a special person for a little while, then went to bed. Or tried at least... Just to let you know, counting sheep... doesn't work to well.

I also learned and came to the definitive decision that crypticism is not such a good thing.
It confuses, and pulls the hairs out of one's own head. Addictive until one realizes they must wash themselves from the mess it creates in their mind, heart, and soul. It can start off setting someone up for disappointment and/or even heartbreak without them even knowing. The outcome is often shielded by the mystery and curiosity it displays and expresses.
But it's alright... It attracts many. It's harmless to many. It's a beautiful way to get a point across, just not quite my "cup of tea".

I had one of those amazing feelings today. The kind of feeling that I don't get often. The feeling of absolute happiness and rapture. Music can do that to me. I was just singing a song. A song that had been stuck in my head the whole day. I just thought to myself... "Wow... I love to sing. I can't imagine life without the love and passion I have for music. My voice is my best friend. Sort of corny, but it's the absolute truth..."
I am so blessed. I remind myself this everyday...

So that's pretty much it! A rather uneventful day in the life of little ole me. But, a beautiful day it was.
It's come and now it's gone...
A brand new day ahead of me tomorrow... or technically later this morning:)

But until then, I think I'll try this sleep thing again...