I hate the nights the most.
I can’t remember the last time I made it through the whole night. It’s quarter to three in the morning and I have a 18km trail run planned in a few hours. Doubt that I’ll be sleeping before then. At least when I’m running all I need to worry about is making it up the next hill.
I’m tired but I can’t sleep. Does that make any sense?
Tomorrow is Yom Kippur. I guess it would be more accurate to say that tonight is Yom Kippur.
I wish I could write an inspiring post in preparation, but you know what?
I’m out of words.
What more could I say to G-d that I have not said already, over and over again?
So let me keep my conversations with G-d private this time and instead talk to all of you who are reading this blog.