I look at the clock on my computer...2:10 AM. My first thought: I have to be to work in 4 1/2 hours. My second thought: who cares? I'm in a good mood and I'm grabbing it and running like mad. Funny how good moods and creativity burst open at odd hours of the morning. I truly am my father's child.
Just had to make sure my peppermint tea was decaf. Indeed it was. Where is this coming from? Perhaps because I talked to some old friends tonight. Or because I have good music (The Weepies...I recommend for relaxing, pondering, and serious reflection) and good reading (random blogs, stories, and other such wonders floating around, waiting to be discovered, on this crazy Internet).
I've figured it out. It IS the peppermint. Stimulates the senses, no? 2:15 AM. Still going strong. Okay, sleep is creeping into the corners of my eyes, I can't help but admit.
Funny thing. I've always wanted to be a doctor. Empathy. Helping. Faith. Learning. Science. People. Compassion. Relationships. The other night, I was convinced I should be a kindergarten teacher. This conviction was sparked by an ad...[side-note: the need for sleep is definitely starting to kick my ass. I'm fighting, but it's a bit more determined than I am right now. I'm trying to think of a word to put here. It's running through my mind, but just a little too fast for me to grab ahold.]...nudging (still not the word, but the one I wanted is long gone) people to think of who really made an impact in their lives. Celebrities, people in the news? Not usually. Family, friends, teachers? Yes. But a good family physician could fit right in there, too. I guess I just like kids. And teaching them to finger paint? Lol...oh, silly me.
2:30 AM. Sleep has won. I'm down for the count. We'll see how this sounds in the [later] morning.
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