It’s 4:41 am and I have been wide awake since 3.
This is not the first morning I have been awake so early. It’s become rather routine. A day or two every week, I awaken from a dead sleep and it’s 3 am and there is no more sleep.
I assume it’s stress-related.
I have been living under a cloud of impending doom for so long I barely notice it.
There are few times in life when I have had absolutely no idea what to do, except for now. I have some ideas, some alternatives, but I have no plan.
At the same time, I have to keep moving ahead. I have to remain positive. I have to keep trying.