I’m having the hardest time sleeping tonight.  My mind is just cluttered with thoughts.  I haven’t had any time to sort through them.  I feel as though the day is just going by too quickly and there just isn’t enough time in a day to get through things.  I wouldn’t dare ask for an extended hour.  I just wished I managed my time better.  It’s ironic how we whine about not having enough time to do things. Yet, when given the time or opportunity to make things happen or get things going…more than likely laziness tends to seize the moment.

Sure, of course I want to stay on top of the ball. Last week, yesterday, today…I’ve been standing on my tippy toes, rolling around on the ball…caught up in a daze trying to keep balance. I know; I’m losing my focus.  Stay focus.  I can’t help it, well I can, but I’m not even trying.

I’ll tell myself, “Tonight, I’ll get some sleep. Wake up to a brand new tomorrow and live up to the day.” Eh, whom am I kidding? I’m writing this at 1am instead of trying to catch up on my sleep and counting cows.

Truth of the matter, I know what to do to stay on top of the ball and get it rolling. I understand I should be sleeping instead of tiring myself out accumulating hours to win the next insomniac award. Wake up, prioritize my schedule, run the errands and get things done. Eventually, I will. It just…today is one of those days. Heck, for the past month it’s been an in-a-funk-mode mood.

I end up lying there contemplating to the wee hours. Half the time, I want to scream at myself for not milking the day for what it’s worth. Sorting out my thoughts. Ah, I don’t know where to start. It’s true, thinking in itself, can be the death of you.

Let me tally up the ways I’ve just wasted my time just typing up this post. Ha. The geatest thing about being a human…finding humor when things are just a mess. You can look at the world, situation, problem, etc. any which way you want but if you just keep your sense of humor and cool throughout the process…what would’ve seem like a dent in the wall, ache in the heart, a massive mole hill…will look like a scratch the size of a paper cut on the wall, heartburn passing through from a fried Twinkie and an ant hill that can be walked around.

Tonight, I won’t complain about the random blizzard that just hit home. Shoot, I love fresh snow as my daughter is running up ahead making fresh footprints. I won’t grunt about the massive amount of homework, papers, and studying I have to do. I have a couple of years of it to get by so if I complain now…I will never get through the other years in tact. Tonight, I’ll post this entry and listen to my other half snore as I’m trying to sort through my thoughts and think about the buttload of things that need to be tackled tomorrow. Hey…I never said my mind stop thinking. I just wish we had that magical finger snap….to snap things into place (sometimes).