It's funny, the days I have to get up the earliest are the nights I stay up the longest...

This is hard. I mean this whole thing: paying rent, eating well, saying the right things at the right times, caring about—and thus worrying about—family and friends, knowing what to do next - yeah, and how much is that gonna cost? Insurance for your car, your house, yourself... I'm really so fortunate. But I forget this easily. I ignore it.

You see, little things - they keep me up at night - I worry about them. They probably don't even matter, but I can't put them down. If I close my eyes they peer at me from inside of my eyelids, if I sit up and turn the light on, they look like shadows and feel like the bits of my face I can't cover with the blankets. All exposed like.

These worries: strange things.

I can't even remember them in the morning. No, sometimes I can. Some are actually legitimate worries, but most are usually out of my control, like: what happens next?

I like to worry about my job a lot. Am I focused? Am I driven? I thought I was; I was yesterday, why can't I be today? Did I work hard enough? Well enough?

And suddenly, like a jolt, every one of these worries is slapped in the face with a loud buzz from the alarm clock. Another night in the can.

Another early morning.

Thank God for Fruity Cheerios.