Late nights

I knew I would be staying up late this week, but not this late. It is currently 2:41 am and I can't go to sleep. I went to bed a little after 1:00 and pretty much stared up at the ceiling for more than an hour and a half. This has been a common occurrence for me, for about the last month. I go to bed, stare up at the ceiling for and hour, finally fall asleep, and wake up early (before my alarm goes off). This may be what is called insomnia. Initial, and terminal. Initial, meaning: not being able to fall asleep and terminal: waking up really early. I learned about it in nursing this last week.

Anyway, after staring at the ceiling and turning over for the millionth time, I decided it was time to get up. Studying for finals time? Nope, that already took up a lot of my Saturday evening. Blogging was obviously the next best choice. So, here I am. Sitting in the chapel. I'm not really sure why it is open, but I'm glad it is.

I've realized that there are few things as thought-provoking as solitude. This is probably why I don't like to spend a lot of time alone. Sure, I like thinking about things and pondering different areas of my life, but it makes my brain stay in constant motion... and my brain is already filled with paperwork and medications, molecular structures and formulas. I have been, in what seems like, constant isolation this semester. Studying, clinicals, and responsibilities have taken over and I just haven't had time to spend with the awesome people that I call friends. As soon as I realize all this, I also see that the semester is coming to a close. My friends are graduating, going as student missionaries, task force, or just leaving Southern. Missed opportunities, forgotten promises to hang out, and delayed reunions all come to mind. It makes me sad that I placed studies as my highest priority this year. Good grades? yeah, I want those. Graduation? Sure, I want it to come sooner... but when I look back on college, I don't just want to remember how much time I spent studying and good grades I achieved. I want to remember faces and memories. Faces of people I grew to love and memories that I made with them.

... I guess I also want to remember that I got some sleep somewhere between freshman year and graduation. Here's to staring at the ceiling for another couple of hours. Hoorah.