Last night, about 2:30 AM, I realized that I really am an obsessive, compulsive insomniac.   I took a FunTrivia editor's notes, that should have waited until today and completed a quiz to go online.  I should have been asleep.  I needed to be asleep.  I am 48, almost 49  and I need sleep, especially 'beauty sleep.'  I desire both sleep and beauty; they are both good things.

I have always been somewhat obsessive compulsive, seeking perfection; at least visual perfection in keeping the outward, obvious areas of my domain, be it my home or my classroom, or even my car,  in some type of order.  I suppose 'this order' only makes sense to me.  The inward seeking for  perfection is more a seeking of God and His holiness and wanting His perfect will for me.  I am most certainly a work in progress.

The insomnia comes from that wonderous time women experience that has been so poetically named, "the change of life."  Hot Flashes have rendered me an alternative energy source.  My teenaged daughters roll their eyes at me.  I am definitely 'not cool' anymore, in any sense of the word.

If someone had told me when I was 21 that I would someday be a 48 year old, divorced mother of two teenagers,  basically an 'old maid school teacher,' with two cats, reading the book Herbal Remedies For Dummies,  I would have rolled my eyes at them.

It is my faith and my sense of humor that sustain me, and of course my friends.  My friends who like me are 'of that certain age' and  are weathering similar terrain.  Life is a journey and as Joe Cocker said so nicely:  "I get by with a little help from my friends."