I tossed and turned all night last night, despite 3 Tylenol PMs and two swigs of NightTime Cough Syrup.  Not exactly the perfect recipe for jolly-mooded mornings.  I can’t remember the last time I woke up happy, excited about the day.

There’s a phase we all go through in life where it’s okay to be indecisive and still asking questions and even on the wrong track.  That phase is ending for me now and I’m entering into the one that follows, where doubt swells into anxiety but then relaxes into a comfortable depression, where fears are accepted as simply the way things are.  Reality.

So in the night when I toss and turn because the world isn’t as I think it should be, maybe I can find peace in fitting in, being more like most people I meet, who never realized their dreams, or never had any.