Thoughts from an Insomniac
Until approximately 20 minutes before Scott got up for work.
Then I woke up again. With a headache.
Which is still lingering around in my head this afternoon.
I made a mad dash to the grocery store when I only had 15 minutes before picking up A. from school.
Why do I always do things like that?
I have only run ONCE since my big run three weeks ago.
I still can't find my motivation and I'm using every excuse that comes to mind. It's hot, I'm tired, it's supposed to rain, it just rained, I don't feel like washing my hair...etc.
However I am still eating like a truck driver that just ran a marathon.
I have decided I want to let my hair grow. I do.
I don't know if I can get past the awkward phases that are bound to come with this decision.
Next week I turn the Big 4-0h.
I still don't feel like a grown up.
No way do I feel 40.
I catch my reflection in the mirror and I think, "So, is this 40? Really?"
My mom died when she was 42.
I'm really trying to NOT freak out about that.
Annelise has been mentioning my death in casual conversation. Like, "I'll miss you someday when you die." and "When are you going to die?" and "I don't want you to go to Heaven without me."
Nope, nothing freaky about that.
This morning, when I couldn't sleep, I actually worried about how the mortuary stylist would fix my short sassy do, could she do it right?
So, um, yeah...I'm going to let my hair grow out.
What's been on your mind lately?