It 3:38 a.m. and I can’t sleep. This almost never happens to me. I sleep like a rock, but I’m anxious about having signed up, on a whim, for another adventure — a Tough Mudder in May — with a group of Team Adrenaline friends.

Why do I do these things to myself? What if I get hurt? What if the hotel screws up our reservation? Should I have really spent $140 on a race and another $120 on a hotel? What if I want to stay the second night? What if I can’t do the obstacles? Wait, is the the race with the electric wires? God, I didn’t even LOOK at the obstacles or race course before I signed up. What if I feel out of place? Can I seriously even do this? Ugh…another weekend away from the girls. Why did I sign up for this? What was I thinking?

My mind howls almost as loudly as the wind outside. A winter storm is blowing in. There’s a cat at my feet and one curled up on my chest. I can feel her heart beating on top of mine. Dan is next to me, his body heat radiating.

By 4 a.m,  I decide to make use of the lost sleep time. I get up, close the bedroom door quietly and step over the sleeping dog. He moans, stretches, and rolls over. It’s too early, even for him.

I grab my laptop, sit in our darkened living room and Just Write.

It’s going to be a long caffeine- and sugar-free Monday.

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About Just Write
“What ends up revealing itself when free writing is that everything has meaning. That is a magnificent gift of writing. If we write from a free heart-gut place, our souls start speaking.”