Couldn't sleep, so I'm counting sheep.
I haven't been sleeping well lately. I find that there's an anxiety in the pit of my stomach that comes alive at night when I'm trying to get the much-needed rest, or recharging, to face the days ahead. It's a mix of good and bad, dread and excitement, for the upcoming days of work and the new opportunities I feel are around the corner. It's interesting how strong my intuition is, and how often I forget about it until I'm physically reminded. My body tells me I'm approaching a crossroad(s). I feel like a significant change is coming. 'Til then, I'll be up at night... trying to turn down my brain and the creeping butterflies. ~Anna