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Usually when I'm restless sleep is the last thing on my mind. I tend to do most of my good thinking then, and last night was no different.
Last night I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing through so many topics at one time I couldn't keep up. My journal was in the other room, so I reached for the next best thing - my iPhone. Love that little Notes app! Seriously, it's a lifesaver.
Last night I was able to type out all of my thoughts and not lose a single one to the dusty corners of my brain where so many great ideas are hiding. Sneaky bastards. Oh, c'mon you know what I'm talking about.
I hate it when I come up with something that I think is so great, I'll tell myself "oh I'll remember that!", and not even 5 seconds later I'm cursing and asking "why didn't I write that down?" And I'm hating myself until I can remember.
Last night I felt accomplished. Relieved. Excited. Anxious. Proud.
Last night I was restless.
Last night I was a writer.