Last night I couldn’t sleep. I played solitaire until my IPad battery died and I couldn’t find the charger in my kid’s room without turning on the light and waking her up. Her floor is a mine-field of little sharp, pointy toys (I call them vacuum cleaner food).
Then I tried to catch up on my supposedly quick daily journal pages. They aren’t getting down daily because I am sick of trying to create something original with a bird on it. I’m going to get it done because I committed to doing it publicly, but it’s going to be 30 quick bird journal pages in the month of September…instead of daily. Just a matter of semantics, right? Anyway, I was going to do a couple of pages, but spilled an entire mason jar of water-colored water on my journal, desk and self. All the clean laundry is piled in our bedroom and in the closets and I had trouble finding something to wear without turning on the light and waking up my husband.
Next, I decided to look at blogs on wordpress and found a ton of cool art, most of which I wish I had thought up and created.
At 3 a.m. I decided to try and sleep again. I lay down and almost instantly had a brilliant idea for a journal post. By then I was sleepy so I just knew I would remember the post without jotting it down in my idea notebook by my bed. How could I possibly forget such an amazingly genius idea.
This morning, I’d completely forgotten I even had an idea. Now, at almost two in the afternoon, I vaguely remember that I had an incredible idea.
But, of course, for the life of me I can’t remember what it was. No clue. Not a hint. As in, completely and utterly vanished.
I do remember that it was awesome.
So…you’ll just have to take my word for it. It was brilliant, I tell you!