Wednesday!

A truly inspiring post from Phyllis that brought tears to my eyes. Do yourself a favor and read her blog entry dated Nov. 5th.

I'm drawing a writers block, which happens to me when I don't get enough sleep for a few days. Because of this, I went to the doctor earlier this week and got some prescription sleeping pills. I've always been a light sleeper, and when I get stressed, or anxious, or depressed, or when the Earth revolves I end up getting insomnia. This...has been my longest bout though. Since my oldest friend died in July, I haven't slept a full night. The most I have gotten any night since then is 5 hours. Last night...the little pink pill I took knocked me right out for 8 hours. Way weird dreams...but boy did it feel good to sleep.

Michelle asked me an interesting question Saturday night. "Do you find your second chance at life to be easier?" I answered no, but I don't think that fully qualifies it. It our late teens and 20's, we are much more trusting and have very little emotional baggage. We just haven't been hurt enough to develop those defense mechanisms. By the time we hit our 30's, things have changed. We look at life differently, and we avoid putting ourselves at risk. My goal for the next month is to take a few risks and see where they take me. I figure I can't get hurt any worse that I already have been in the past and this gives me the chance to get something new. Of course...talk is cheap. More action. Yawn...bedtime!