Why are spiders so scary? I know it's probably just me, but I can take a live, crawling, pinching, weird-eyed lobster and plop him in a vat of boiling water just fine (they scream, by the way). Then take a knife and dismember them. But I can't sleep if I see a spider scuttle across my floor into some unreachable space. Terrified. Really? I have to ask myself but there is no answer.
On another note. I have a set of goals for this summer. I won't overwhelm you with them all, but today I thought I should pick up meditation. A little birdy told me it was good for concentration-needed- and I also read that it is the act of listening...apparently I'm terrible at listening. I can't sit my body still for ten minutes (maybe why college didn't go so well) let alone still my brain for any amount of time!
Challenge accepted.
The key is not to fall asleep.
Sleep has been a stranger to me for some time now. Maybe a meditation/sleep combo won't be so bad.
Spiders under my bed, challenges to figure out along with tasty meals to make for my grandpa before he loses his appetite are going to keep me up this night.
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