The past few nights I've found myself lying awake for hours on end, stressing about money and my return to work and anything else I could think about. Despite the resultant fatigue, today I drove to the country to visit one of my closest friends from medical school. While we ate cafe food and she nursed her wee babe, I poured out my anxieties and fears for hours. She, a master listener, absorbed everything I said. After I had exhausted my deep pool of insecurities, she said simply "It will all be okay". And because she is always right, I knew it would be.
Now, back in the city, I feel lighter than I have in weeks. My mind is slowing and my limbs are growing heavy, and it is time to give in to sleep. I'm hoping it will be a good one.