Some nights, crawling under the covers is an amazing luxury. Every muscle is tired. My bones ache. And I am in love with my bed. The fact that I can write a blog post from such a comfortable place amazes me and makes me so grateful to live in the age of personal technology.
I’ve decided, for the moment at least, that I will practice serenity in the middle of Limbo. I may not get it right. I may not succeed every day, but I’m off to a good start.
I divulged my intentions to Coach this afternoon. With a grin, a dash of sarcasm, and a lot of wisdom, he gently reminded me I’m not the only person on the planet cursed with Limbo Land. Why do I forget stuff like that so easily? Sometimes I believe I’m one of a select few continually tortured with the Unknown. How silly is that? None of us knows what tomorrow holds for us. Not one.
I need to make peace with the meantime.
Coach and I proceeded to have a pleasant and constructive back and abs workout. He took my max-the-stack challenge without consequence; I think I detected a trace of amusement on his face. I never get tired of admiring his tremendous strength.
But since I am losing the fight against sleep in this divine bed of mine, I think it’s time to say goodnight.