the other you

now is the time where I should be heading to my bed. I know I would wake up more refreshed tomorrow but there is a part thinking how much easier it would be to stay awake and finish that podcast I find so interesting. The one that maybe, just maybe, is holding the one secret I was always waiting for. The one that will make my life from this moment one so much easier, richer and happier. Because then if would be worth it to stay awake and to loose some hours of sleep. Or just wake up a little bit later tomorrow and fall out of the habits I love to do. The truth is this part in me is afraid. Afraid of the responsibility that comes with waking up with enough energy tomorrow to have no excuse to do what I am set out to do. A sentence a friend one told me got stuck in my memory "fear is the essence of so much we do"....he forgot to add "...and not do"