I awoke at 2:45 A last night (this morning, actually).
I lay there for a few minutes, wide awake.
I tried not to panic about not sleeping. Because, the worst thing about not sleeping is the panic about it. My mind scrolled through what I had to do today and how bad it would be if I didn't sleep. What I'd have to endure in a groggy state.
It wasn't a crazy busy day, being a Saturday, but I had a lot of things I wanted to get done.
So I started to panic about being awake.
And then a soft voice said inside my brain, everything is perfect.
I listened. And agreed. Everything was perfect. My achy knee that hurts at night. The extra bit of wine I drank at dinner. The work I was worrying about getting done. The stress and anxiety and all the joyful moments of the week.
Everything is perfect.
And it was.
Proof? I got up and wrote 2,000 words on one of my novels.
There's no better indication to me that all is right with the world.