33 hours and counting

All my inspiration and creativity have been sucked out of me.

All of my energy also seems to be sucked out of me.

Last night could’ve been one of the longest nights of my life. One of those times where you just lay there and lay there and lay there and wait.

For hours.

You get mad. You get furious at yourself for wasting time, but you know you’re just moving in a viscous circle – the more you worry and muss, the harder it will be to go to relax your body.

The mind plays much more of a role in your sleep than does your body. As a matter of fact, you mind plays a much larger role in the rest of life as well.

I feel better here in the WILL newsroom because of all the stimulation spinning through the room. It takes a man on his toes just to sort out what’s happening among the chaos.

No really. It’s not that busy around here…yet work does get done, and done very efficiently.

Even if the Cubs’ opening game is on the TV. Even if people are talking about their lunches. Even through I still can’t log into the program that updates the podcast…

Whew.

Point being, no matter what’s going on here (even if it doesn’t seem like much), you’re easily going to have an engaging time in the mind.

And that’s all I needed running on my 33rd consecutive waking hour. Peace!