nobody in my household has slept well tonight. no specific reason. each of the kids has been up for different reasons at least once over the course of the night, and after four times of being woken up just as i’d drifted off again, my body has given up on sleeping.
it is 5:30am. i am cold. i have a headache. i do not feel like writing today.
the sky outside is starting to just barely lighten up.
i am writing anyway.
maybe it’s dedication to not losing my streak? today is day 10/100. i’d rather show up imperfectly than not at all. and having some tired and grumpy writing to reference in the future might be useful, too.
part of me feels like kicking and screaming. i think that part is well within its rights, tbh. but most of me just wishes i could fall asleep again.
no deep insights, i don’t think. not today. but it’s really interesting— after starting to write, getting my frustrations off my brain, i’m starting to feel tired for the first time in nearly two hours.
so i’m going to follow that. meet my own needs and whatnot. the writing is done, and now to rest.
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