I woke up early this morning from a dream hot, sweaty, and tangled in my bedsheets.
I laid there in the dark getting my bearings and realized I’d been wrestling with the sheets in my sleep, and it dawned on me that too often, I wrestle with the bedsheets in my waking life too.
I wrestle with problems and decisions, worrisome thoughts and pesky annoyances, to-do-lists and responsibilities, and most of all…drum roll please—what do I want to do next.
