I generally do not have problems sleeping. All my life, I’ve slept like a rock. My father loves to tell the story of him walking into my room when I was about 4 years old and he repeatedly picked my hand up, straightened my arm, and then let it go. I didn’t wake up. Like.A.Rock.
On those rare (and I do mean rare) occasions that I cannot sleep, I worry that I’ve made the wrong choices in my life. Did I take the right job? Did I study the right things in college? Should I have not bit my tongue when a friend seemed be looking for advice, but didn’t outright ask for it?
I console myself with this quote from Soren Kierkegaard:
“I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations – one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it – you will regret both.”
I have to just keep living. If I spend too much time worrying, I don’t actually do anything. Reflect and just keep moving forward.