Anyone else wake up at 3am after dreaming about a series you’ve been watching – where the finale leaves you hanging so hard your brain decides to finish it for you in your sleep?
Yeah. Hi. That’s me. 🙋♀️
Prodigal Son on Netflix did that to me. Full-on cinematic dream continuation. No credits. No closure. Just my subconscious yelling, “We’re not done here.”
But don’t worry – it didn’t linger long. My ADHD brain clocked in for its overnight shift.
Suddenly I’m thinking:
* How do you get dog hair off the couch without the vacuum?
* What are we eating for dinner? (It’s 3am. Obviously urgent.)
* The weather. This winter storm. The one that could knock out power. I am not prepared.
* I’m from Louisiana. We prepare for hurricanes, not ice. I live in the South for a reason.
* Ohhh wait – LSU Tiger Girls. I should absolutely watch one more performance.
* No. Sleep. Go to sleep.
* But also…1982. I was 7. What was I thinking about? Never mind, I forgot.
* Oh! Log into SAM.gov.
* Rework that budget.
* Send a Slack – CRAP, I forgot to delay send. Oh well.
* Oh yeah – let’s write a blog and call it “Welcome to My Life at 3:00 AM”
And just like that, the night is gone, my brain is still sprinting, and sleep is somewhere laughing at me from afar.
Welcome to my life. 😵💫
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