In the middle of the night

In the middle of the night is the best time to think. If I lived my whole life early in the AM, I might be farther along then I am now.

5 am, can't sleep. I go upstairs to get a drink, and then the magazines catch my eye. The house is so quiet and peaceful, it's never like that in the day. So I stay, curled up on the couch, ready for a good read.

Some things pull at my heart. Like the article about the lady who lost her baby, how it died because of faulty formula. Or the one about the girl who struggled with shidduchim.

 But that's not all. There are some good articles too. Like the lady who lost weight, and got her life back in order. And the one about the amazing couple on shlichus, who are helping bring Jewish teenagers back to yidishkeit.

Sunrise, or sunset? Is the cup half empty, or is it half full? Good or bad? How can you tell? I don't know.

I sympathize on some of the stories, I cry over others. And then there are the ones that I can relate to, that make me think, that story sounds like mine. She is going through exactly what I am feeling right now, and look, she got through it okay. It gives me strength to go on, to finish my story.

It is good to share your story, so that someday someone who needs to hear it will hear it, and it will change their life. Maybe in years from now I'll share mine, and it will help someone too.

My eyes are closing, it's after 6, and my bed is calling. I say goodnight to the silent house, and as I curl up under my blanket, everything seems so clear. Thinking and planning, making lists, and setting goals. Everything is clear in the middle of the night.

I can't wait until morning, when I can get those plans moving.