I'm over my lifejacket.

The truth about me is that I'm seriously always tired- even on my best days. If I were to stop and sit still for a few minutes, I would fall out. So usually when night time rolls around I'm begging for sleep and morning never ceases to come too early..

So there's my preface.

Well, last night as I turned my lamp off and laid down next to my friend who'd been asleep for hours, I found my eyes wide and my heart beating out of my chest. It was nearing 11 and I was lying there in pitch black feeling more alive than I had all day.

I loved it.

And I easily came to the decision that I would gladly lose a little sleep to feel that good and in tune with life's rhythm.

Maybe it's the book I'm reading... I could be subconsciously inspired. I don't know. But that feeling rolled over into today and I found myself more engaged with everything and everyone around me, which is basically all that I live for.

I have no gist or moral to this story, really. Life is honestly just so rich, and one way or another, it's always gonna work out.

I'm done being scared about the unknown waters; I'm content to swim- even swim deeper than what's "safe"- and enjoy the scenery while I'm at it.