Can't Sleep, Must Write

I never update this blog anymore, and I feel very guilty about that. This is where I should be jotting down the things I don't want to forget about T Junior. Well, maybe not here, but in a journal, at least.

I'm feeling sort of...blech...right now. It's 20 minutes after 11 at night and I can't sleep. I can't pin the reason on one thing, it's a bunch of stuff and my brain just circles around everything. It started because Mr. T, tired from an entire weekend of hard yard labor, is in a deep sleep and snoring away. Usually I am the first one to fall asleep. Also, my tummy is unsettled for some unknown reason. Being awake, makes me wish I was still reading the book I just put down. Then I think about that book, how it is so good, and that I'll never be able to write anything as powerful as it is. Then I think maybe I should just stop trying to be an author. My brain starts swirling and wondering and hoping maybe I just haven't found the right topic yet. Then I think about how I love to write about running, and about how I got too swept up in blogging about my marathon journey. Next, I'm feeling guilty about not writing here and, finally, I'm regretting not jotting down everything I can about my son. Which also makes me remember some relationships I have been neglecting...

So, here I am.

Even as I'm typing this, I'm hoping nobody will read it. But for some reason, writing here is easier for me than choosing a journal and sitting down with it. Why is that?