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I haven't been sleeping well lately, and I can't figure out why.

I mean, I'm not worrying about anything really, I'm not drinking excessive amounts of caffeine (almost none, actually), and I'm not working with a messed-up sleeping pattern (yet...I have to work quite early in the morning).

I thought I'd have more thoughts right here, maybe say something profound to make myself feel better and maybe mean something for someone who reads this. But I don't, and maybe I don't need it. Maybe for once in my life it's ok not having any answers. I mean, I really don't have any answers:

I don't know where my money is going to come from for the Dominican trip.
As a matter of fact, I don't know where my money is going to come from for food and rent.
I don't know what happens after I graduate.
I don't know when or if my future husband will show up.
I don't know what God's plan is.

But I guess it's ok, and I'll just keep trying to go to sleep.