Mysteries of The Night

My days are always pretty dang good. Suns out, smiles out. That’s the saying, everyone knows that.

It’s the nights that kill me. Once my work is done, once my dogs are walked, once I’ve hit the gym – it’s after those daily tasks where my night becomes… let’s say dull.

You may be saying, “HEY, you just said you were getting better!”

I am, but the shit isn’t all better. I’m still overeating at night due to boredom, loneliness, anxiety, depression, WHATEVER you want to group it as. Now my focus is on getting those five to eight hours of dread down by 30 minutes or so each night. I think it’s an achievable goal & every successful person I know sets achievable goals.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.