For as long as I can remember I have always had a terrible time falling asleep on Sunday nights. Even as a kid, I would toss and turn until the early morning hours, thinking of the week ahead and all that it would bring. Things didn't change much as I got older. It seemed the more I had on my plate - kids, jobs, a household to run, the harder it was to shut my mind off and get some much needed slumber. Mondays would go by in a sleep deprived haze and by the end of the day, I would crash from exhaustion.
That doesn't happen anymore, in fact, I can't remember the last time it did. At first, I thought was because the weekends are so busy that by Sunday night I am completely drained and not thinking of anything but sleep. I know that is part of it, but I think the main reason is because I am happy and content. When I go to bed at night, I know exactly where I am going to be the next day and what I am going to be doing. There is an incredible sense of peace that comes with knowing that. I'm not saying that life is perfect, without stress or worry; what I am saying is that my life is simple and satisfying and I have learned that nothing is worth losing sleep over.