I went to bed last night at 9:30.
I also felt like a mummy. I was oddly tangled up and trapped in my sheets and blankets, my sweatshirt was somehow on backwards and was choking me, my hair band was caught in the backboard of the bed so I couldn't move, I was sore from my brutal workout yesterday, and to top it off, I was tingly. You know how your feet and fingers and calf muscles feel tingly and at first it feels sort of cool and then you try to walk on it and you fall, and then it doesn't go away and at some point it feels sort of scary..."what if these tingles don't go away???" Like those people who get chronic hiccups and have them for months or years.
It is sometimes comical when we start to evaluate our lives.
The moment of panic...Oh my gosh, what am I doing with my life? What is my purpose? What do I do during the week?