bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

midnight stress salad

August 17th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night, I could not sleep. This has been happening more and more as the wedding draws closer and as life becomes larger, just in general. I laid there from 11 to 1 am, and then again from 5 to 6 AM, brain racing with worry. I would just like to  leave a list here of the myriad of things that were rocketing through my brain, so that future self can really consider meditation or at least getting part of brain removed:

– cheese

– what if none of the actors show up for the reading Saturday and it’s all my fault?

– SHOES?

– LITTLE SIGNS TELLING PEOPLE WHERE TO GO?

– a detailed imagining of what my body would look like after ┬ábear attack

– WHAT WILL THE WEATHER BE IN TWO MONTHS? SOMEONE JUST TELL ME

– After having a baby do you ever sleep again or is it just a constant state of tired that sucks love and joy out of all things?

– I just really want some cheese

– am I losing my close friends in small and imperceptible ways until one day I look and they are no longer there?

– Will it ever be the same?

– I just — BRIE. JUST SOME BRIE.

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