The Curse Of Losing Sleep Over Nothing

So I had one of those weird nights last night were my mind got to whirling over a situation, one that kept a very exhausted me awake. Then, this morning, I woke up and, well, everything was fine?! I was both relieved and angry. Relieved that things were going along as they should and angry because what a waste of time. I could have been getting a good nights sleep, but NO, I was worrying. I even got up to try to find a solution but I was too tired to deal with the computer, so I decided to wait for morning.

I’ve been trying lately not to get so wrapped up in the notion of time. I know it is finite, but as far as I know, I have decades of it left. I have spent much of my life fretting about time, how I’ve wasted it, now little I have of it, how it is slipping through my fingers. I wonder how many hours I spent cursing myself for the time I wasted. Worse, I don’t see to learn, hence my oh so fun night last night. Still, I’m trying, so I thought that today I would try to not look at a clock. I’ve already looked so oh well, but I want to keep at it. I want to see what happens when I stop monitoring it so closely and start just doing stuff until the day ends. We’ll see.