I’ve had periods of insomnia since I was a little kid. My mind gets too excited, too anxious, too analytical and sleep becomes a far off goal. I exercise, eat healthy, don’t drink too much caffeine and take vitamins to help me sleep, but every once in awhile it gets so bad that I can’t help but stay awake for hours past my due date. I think this time around it’s happy anxiety about the wedding. I feel like a kid before Christmas, counting down the days and unable to sleep on Christmas Eve, only I’ve started three months early and every night is like Christmas Eve.

In addition, I realized today it’s been six months since I’ve had more than three days off and I desperately need a vacation and some sunshine. Despite my home city of San Francisco being known as the foggy city, living by the ocean in Los Angeles is no better in June. The fog creeps in daily, coating the sky in what we like to call “June gloom”. It reminds me of when Nick and I, frozen from an east coast winter, decided to go to Barbados. It’s a country known for having nearly 365 days per year of sunshine, yet when we went it rained nearly the entire time. I’m eager for some Vitamin D.