3:30am

In the townhouse at MACU, I could just make-out a light pitter-patter when it rained.  The night storm over Carrollton fills my small home.  The lightening breaks through the edges of my eclipse curtains.  The thunder is boisterous and not concerned with my 7am alarm.  The rain wavers; it soothes as it trickles slowly down the windows and then pounds with fury against the roof.  According to the clock I have only been in bed for three hours and asleep for fewer.  With the storm in my ears, I flow between consciousness and the subconscious state just before sleep.

Reflecting on friendships, new and old

Praying prayers of thanksgiving, worry, and deliverance

Dreaming of a better me

Creating check-lists for tomorrow

Listening intently 

Being distracted

    at times accidentally

    at times intentionally

The storm moves on, rumbling in the distance, and eventually sleep creeps in.  Will tomorrow morning bring a more motivated, determined, organized, grace-filled me?  Or just sleep deprivation?