It’s 3am and I must be lonely.
Not really but it’s a great Matchbox Twenty song. 🙂
I often wake at this time, some call it the devil’s hour, but I like to think of it as my thinking hour. The world is sleeping and all it quiet for most part. I plan my day and mentally list the things I need to accomplish, my mini-goals. I think of new recipes for my meal plans while dancing donuts pop into my head. I ponder on friendships and how many are true. I think about the past and wonder why things happen the way they do.
I think of clowns and their makeup. Thoughts of Christmas and a warm fireplace jump through my mind. What would I do if I won the lottery is something to ponder at 3am. Craft projects and care packages. I look at my cats, all warm & furry and feel sad for all the animals who are alone and hungry. I think about bills and pat myself on the back for being independent and doing it on my own.
Work. I pray for my sleeping family and friends for each to wake safely and secure. I reflect on how far I’ve come in my weight loss journey and how much further I have to go. Shirt ideas for my friend to make. A birthday present I need to buy. Cards I need to send with straws and confetti inside. A huge stack of pancakes with butter and hot syrup. Laundry I need to fold.
I know I’m not alone with my scattered thoughts it’s a late night bond some of us share from the corner of our bed.