I Just Want to Sleep
Running on 4 hours of sleep, some left over kimchee fried rice, and an iced latte — I don’t understand how I trekked up to the city. I fell asleep twice on Bart and had dreams about the Seattle Seahawks and witches. I ended up being three hours late to this event that I had to cover last minute. Thought it’d be no point to hear the last 30 minutes, also very rude as a guest/press attendee. And here I am now, in the corner of a petit french bakery in North Beach, waiting for the next event to cover.
My Canadian facebook pen pal said to me earlier today, “At what price do we pay in order to be successful?” I responded “The price is sleep and not being in a comfy ass bed.” Which the thought of being in my jammies and binge watching comedy movies while in bed sounds oh so heavenly. Here I am, mustering up the strength to set aside the comforts that I long for, in exchange for something grander, something beyond what I can see, something that I know that could be achieved.
I have 37 more minutes before my next event. And my mind is currently battling between self-doubt and self-confidence.
