Sleeplessness.

So many double-letters in that word.

I can't sleep.
Ever since we moved to WV, life has slowed down so much for me that my mind and body no longer know the difference between night and day. in the mornings i drag myself out of bed for a cup of coffee and to let the dogs out to relieve themselves. it takes me a good three hours to feel like doing anything but reading blogs and facebook, and watching regis and kelly.
sometimes i go work out at the gym. sometimes i don't.
sometimes i take a shower. sometimes i don't. (seriously? are you judging me? i can feel you judging me. knock it off.)



Funny how I always told myself "I'll invest more time in my appearance once i don't have to wake up so early." HAA. ha. hahaha. turns out when no one is home all day and you can't drive the car your husband just bought because it's a stick-shift and you don't know how to drive a stick shift so you can't go out in public and it's not that far to walk into town but there's nothing to do there and you don't know anyone there, you just don't feel motivated to look cute.
yesterday i got dressed at 6pm. i'm sure Husbear was grateful.



To be fair, I have been keeping a little busy. I decorate. I organize. Sometimes I load the dishwasher, against my will. And I cut hair for a lot of the students here. It's been amazing getting to know so many people and hearing their stories- how they met their loved ones, when they knew they'd become a doctor, what it was like for them adjusting to Wild and Wonderful WV... I do a good 5 or 6 clients a week, and I charge little but the money is like my little personal spending nest.



This kind of all leads up to the point of this post.
I can't sleep because I don't exert much energy during the day. So tonight I EVEN MORE couldn't sleep because my mind was going over every possible way for me to start being more productive. And I had a flash of inspiration.



I've always wanted to open an Etsy shop, but I never knew what I would put in it.
Well, now i know. And after quietly slipping into the living room to fire up the laptop and do some research, I have confirmed in my little heart what I want to do with my endless spare time. I'm really excited about it, and I have a lot to learn. But it feels so good to have a purpose. And I can use my meager savings from the haircuts I've been doing to buy some basic materials to make my first little posts in my shop.



Curious? Well, I'm awfully sorry. I can't very well go telling you what it is, because what if I'm terrible at it? I make enough empty promises as is. Remember my chicken coop idea? And my vegetable garden? Turns out our backyard is one giant hill and all clay. Those dreams will have to wait. And the exercise? Well, I'm still working on that one. And the banjo? As soon as I get a new one. And by the way, all of these photos you see? Those aren't clues. Those are just things I've made for the new house here.
But this- this feels different. I'm really excited, but I want to protect it until I make sure that I do this well.



Now how the heck am I supposed to get any sleep with all this new excitement?? Sigh.