this morning I opened my eyes 3 hours before my alarm and I didn’t sleep the night at all… I was tortured by the stress of the following night. I now know, the moon is partly to blame. I am def a moonchild with moon-beaming moods.

For real though… it was not pleasant. Although I love this song… MGMT’s Electric Feel instrumental was looping for hours and hours, my heart was pumping so hard and I was thrashing around.

An hour before I was supposed to be hearing my alarm song, I decided to give in a little to the mania in hopes it would wind down in my brain and I could push through it. I started to take stock on the things I have… the things I am grateful for and got in the shower.

I was in my car and saw the beautiful sunrise and I still couldn’t shake my stress and worry shame and disappointment. I also broke out on the side of my face with a nice archipelago of red spots. Nice. My mom says if I still get zits I’m still young. My hair was still wet. Whoops. I told myself just got to get through the day and be open to its surprises. Something good might happen today…

Well, I fought for it all day and I couldn’t shake it. I was walking to my car and my very good friend sent me a photo of an wow-ing set of waves from surfing the past few days up the coast. It made me smile. He reminded me there is still swell.

I went to the gym and the men next to me kept looking over at me the way a person would look over when they are going 3X your speed… it looks clownish… like you’re obviously being emotional instead of being cool. Yeah, I must have been skipped when they passed out that gene. At least I wasn’t panting… I was still upset so breathing very shallow.

I drove home and caught the amazing sunset.