For as long as I can remember I have had trouble sleeping, almost entirely because my mind refuses to let go.
That squishy little brat holds on to worry about the future, finances, relationships, work, driving, missing my alarm and being late to work, breakfast and whatever medical issue I’ve convinced myself I have that week.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it for the rest of my life, worrying doesn’t serve me. It does nothing for me. In fact, it sullies the good moments and drags me into the bad.
I’m not perfect (just really hot), but the reminder helps.
Besides, if I don’t carry and umbrella and it rains, it’s not the end of the world. It’s easier to dance in the rain without an umbrella.
Best of luck.