Sometimes I lay awake at night, trying my best to fall asleep but I just can’t. My mind is racing a MILLION miles a minute with all the tasks I need to accomplish the next day, this week, oh and in my life as well.
But as fast as the thoughts of whether or not I paid the sewer bill rush in my head, they quickly disappear and begin to leave room for the more worrisome anxiety provoked thoughts.
“Gosh, I keep getting head pains. I know it’s a tumor. I’m probably going to die.”
“What if someone breaks into our house and kidnaps my kids, I better go check the locks and alarms for the 57th time.”
“My blog and my instagram are just so talentless compared to others. I just need to give up on this, I’m not good enough.”
“Damn I am just SO SICK of being this fat. I hate it…..”
I don’t think I need to go on.
These are all thoughts I’ve had racing though my mind a mile a minute before I TRY and go to bed. But the task becomes nearly impossible because I’m not allowing myself to rest, to be calm, and to just be OK with things.
The other night this happened. It was almost midnight and I knew the next morning would be brutal as I tried to get my kids off to school, so I pleaded in prayer that my mind would stop and I would just relax. As I did, this thought popped in my head to count the things I was grateful for.
This is stupid, I told myself.
This won’t work. I know I’m grateful for things, why do I need go over them in my mind.
But I did.