As the Sun Comes Up

I’ve been home from the radio station since 0500 hours. The house is still cool – which will change in few hours.

Yesterday, I woke up at 1100 hours and it was already 80 degrees inside. I opened up the sliding glass door and our bedroom window to cool things off before tumbling back into bed for another couple of hours sleep.

My mind is cluttered with a bunch of junk, otherwise I’d be in bed by now trying to get some sleep. Instead I find myself writing about some of the busy thoughts racing through my brain.

There are times I’d like to jus’ write about my feelings. However there are two draw backs to this – first, would anyone care and second – what if I share too much?

A friend of mine, who blogs as well, says he simply writes for himself and no one else. I thought that was a pretty good idea – but then I realized I like to write for others as well – so it wouldn’t really work for me.

I guess I like an audience.

Plus, admittedly – I’d like to be somewhat famous for what talents I use. Saying that aloud suddenly sounds very egotistical or conceded – you take your pick.

Sorry.

Many times when I can’t sleep – and that’s been more often than not – I’ll slip out of bed and come to the computer and bang out a few paragraphs of nonsensical thought. I say nonsensical because in the end what I write is never shared and often deleted when I’m done.

It does relax my mind enough; however to eventually let me drift off for a couple to three hours of sleep. I call my screwed-up sleep pattern – “sleeping in shifts.”

I’ve been “sleeping in shifts,” for years and am unable to break the habit.

In the end I have but one question – do I post this or not? This morning I think I will, jus’ to see what sort of reaction it provokes from those who read it.

Hopefully, a quiet mind and sleep are on the horizon — like the sun that’s jus’ now rising in the East.