I usually write those letters in the morning, on my way to work. Today, i’m writing to you on my way back home and i’m tired. I feel like i haven’t sleep in days, which is kind of the case since my insomnia was high this weekend. Nothing worst than laying in bed, in a dark and quiet room alone with your messy mind. I get my worst anxiety attacks at night, it’s not good. I also get really inspired at night. Sometimes the reason why i can sleep is because my head is full of stories and i just have to get them out or i’ll explose. I have found myself so many times awake in the middle of the night with my laptop writing down my latest idea. I love this type of night and being exhausted the next day is so worth it.
I guess my weekend was a mix of both case. A little anxiety, a little inspiration.