It’s 3:00 in the morning on my birthday, and I’m trying to be (relatively) quiet. I’m working on the laundry. I figure if I can’t sleep, I might as well be productive.
I’d rather be sleeping. To be honest, I’m feeling pretty miserable. Sleep is not possible because I’m dealing with the consequences of the prep. I’m exhausted. And hungry. And exhausted.
I figure I can sit here and have a whinge or I can be grateful. I’m alive, I’m well (except for the purposely induced problem), and I have another year to celebrate.
I truly am grateful. My life is filled with blessings and gifts of all kinds. Sometimes I don’t always recognize them as gifts. Right now is a good example.
Instead of sleeping, I’m counting my blessings. Instead of sleeping, I’m getting my blog post for the day written up and posted. Instead of sleeping, I’m looking at bright, sunshiny pictures.
I have time now to gather my thoughts, to catch up on email and other blogs, and to look at flowers. I have time to sort of relax and just enjoy the quiet.
I’m not sure when I’ll fit in my outdoor time today. Perhaps before I go to the doc’s place for the birthday fun. I’m pretty sure I’ll want to nap this afternoon. I know! M and I can go sledding this evening if I’m up for it. That will be a fine and fun way to spend time outdoors, don’t you think?
So. What would you be doing with your time if you had to stay up all night? Something quiet? Something fun? A little of both?