blown down

Maybe I'm just not meant to sleep before midnight? I've had a run of late nights recently but last night made it to bed before 11.30. Yet I then had to get up 3 times to investigate suspicious noises. All were founded and I'm glad I got up, especially after the crash from a bedroom when I debated if I really needed to leave my warm duvet. As always my conscience got the better of me, fortunately, as any more delaying and the hamster may have got away for good.
The other sounds needed forays outside, tho in the end I left the fallen wheely bin wedged where it was.
In so many ways I'm living my life the way I'd like to, and I'm very grateful for all the joys in it. And I'm also aware of just how quickly I get blown down. Some days more than others I'm waiting on the arrival of the divorce certificate and feel knocked over by the force of a broken promise. I suspect a more joyful response is to ride with the wind rather than be tossed aside by it. So once again I get to decide to be light and playful so I can float rather than be felled. Hope you too can be in touch with your lighter side B-)