I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep…
I’ve been suffering through the worst insomnia over this summer period. I don’t understand it, and I don’t like it. The ability to sleep through my problems has been one of my greatest assets – sleeping through hunger when there was no money for food, sleeping through loneliness, sleeping through heartbreak. Second to prayer, it’s one of the most awesome coping mechanisms I have. And now It’s nearly 3 a.m. and I’m lying on a mattress in my brother’s house, typing up a blog post about insomnia.
Things don’t keep me up. I’m not that person. Nothing is ever that serious. What’s happening to me?
Imminence. That sense that something new, different, big, unusual, unexpected is about to happen. The universe is holding it’s collective breath as I move myself into the next phase.
Or, am I being kept up to pray for someone who doesn’t have anyone to pray for them? Sometimes life isn’t about you, is it?
2:37 a.m. Let me try and sleep again.