thoughts/ideas/opinions from scott hodge

Wednesday, December 17


I don't know why I hate going to bed so much. Don't get me wrong - when I wake up in the morning I just want to go back to bed and sleep. But at night, when things are quiet my mind starts moving and going to bed seems like a waste of time. But then I wake up at 6 or 7 in the morning, sit at the edge of my bed and seriously wonder why in the heck I stayed up so late the night before. This happens almost every morning.

I love nights, but hate mornings. Why can't I love nights AND love mornings?