This past week I have developed a weird sleep pattern and it's seriously bumming me out. Don't bother trying to reach me in the evenings because by 9pm I am out. Seriously dead to the world. I can barely keep my eyes open as I read my girl a bedtime story. I spend no time with my guy. Being tired and being a florist (or being a working anything really) is nothing new. What's weird is the heaviness I feel when the sleep takes over, as if I'm under a spell. The worst part is I often wake in the middle of the night unable to return to sleep. Hence my 3am blog post. I've spent some time and money on ways to straighten out my imbalances but I have abandoned them lately. I'm feeling like a big o' sluggish crabby failure right about now. Maybe it's the change in seasons. Maybe it's the late hour. Not sure. But I need to bounce back. Life feels heavy and I like light. Light and happy are what inspire me.