If you know me at all – you know I have a tendency to worry. Constantly. \u00a0If I’m not worried about something, I find something to worry about. \u00a0Because of this, I have a lot of trouble sleeping at night. \u00a0I lay in bed, making lists of all the things I’m worried about. \u00a0Really, literal lists. \u00a0Then, I get up and wander around, then sit down and write down my list. \u00a0When I wake up in the morning (after finally falling asleep), I look at my list and it seems so trivial and worthless to me. Why am I worried about that<\/i>? Really?
For example, last night around 12:30 I was lying there, hoping sleep would come to me, and then I decided to call my mom. \u00a0 I called her, telling her basically everything that was stressing me out. <\/p>\n
I worry about my major. \u00a0I have no idea what I want to major in. \u00a0Ask me, I’ll tell you Anthropology. \u00a0But I’m not sure if that’s really<\/i>\u00a0what I want. \u00a0I miss reading real books in my classes. \u00a0Anthropology has a bunch of fancy terms and big words that seem kind of\u00a0unnecessary, but then again, who am I to judge the Social Sciences? <\/p>\n If you know me at all – you know I have a tendency to worry. Constantly. \u00a0If I’m not worried about something, I find something to worry about. \u00a0Because of this, I have a lot of trouble sleeping at night. \u00a0I lay in bed, making lists of all the things I’m worried about. \u00a0Really, literal […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Then, I start worrying about how I need money because I need to travel the world.
Let’s take a step back for a second. I have my whole life to travel the world and here I am, losing sleep over it. I’m telling you, I’m really not coherent when I am sleep deprived.<\/i>
Next, I start making rash decisions like, I’m going to stop blogging. Or, I think I’m going to delete Facebook.
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Which gets me thinking, Facebook really is evil.
Reasons why Facebook is Evil (that I’m sure we’ve all probably thought of, but we hate admitting):<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n\n
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You see, all of these thoughts and worries were going through my mind, among other things, and I couldn’t sleep. \u00a0My mom helped me calm my nerves in the middle of the night, and now I think she knows I’m not lying when I say “I can’t sleep.” \ud83d\ude42\u00a0<\/span>
I kept praying that I’d fall asleep, and I just started talking to my Heavenly Father about all of this stuff, that, as trivial and as simple as it all is, He cares about. \u00a0Eventually, He helped me fall asleep and I’ve pretty much had a wonderfully refreshing day.<\/span>\n<\/div>\n
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