I felt like my old self again this morning. Morning, remember, I don’t care for them. I didn’t sleep well last night. I went to bed early then woke up around 11:45 p.m. and stayed awake for a few hours. My anxious thoughts seems to have slowed down, but they still pile up in my head. Then, I have 20 questions on my mind at the end of the day or the middle of the night and few answers.
I have felt tired all day long, and I woke up thinking about strong, black tea and food. Not much else. I spoke as little as possible as long as possible, just like I used to do. I grunted my responses to Little Guy, with love, of course. I haven’t had a morning like this in a while.
Yep, I’m back.
I should mention that when I moved out in November, I quit coffee and switched to black tea. I got a stomach bug and couldn’t eat or drink for a day, felt crappy so I went through caffeine withdrawals on top of it. Sometimes, I wake up and drink water and don’t have any tea. I’m caffeine-optional.
Today I had tea, and I made it with the right parts of milk and agave nectar. It made the morning so much better.