And then, somewhere around 4:40 I had this intense need to get back into bed with my husband and my dog. Not because I was tired and didn’t want to go to the gym, but whatever it was, it was incredibly compelling and I had an absolute need (anxiety?) to be there with them, as if it were the last time I would be able to do so. I am not one to ignore such impressions, so I climbed back into bed, huddled close to both and, for the next hour, just watched and listened to them sleep as I lie there quietly in the dark next to them. And once I was there, the anxiety left and I was calm and at peace.
I hope it was just some bizarre post sleep thing or irrational moment of paranoia, but whatever it was, I’m glad I listened to it because I feel much better now and absolutely believe it was the right thing to do. I can always do push-ups tomorrow .