On intuition and quasi-goals

I've written about the "gift" of insomnia before. I feel somewhat facetious in writing this, because honestly, being awake from 2:30 to 5:30 am this morning certainly did not feel like a gift. And yet, waking up this morning and writing in my journal as openheartedly as I did this morning was something that I… Continue reading On intuition and quasi-goals

Breaking the Habit

Today is Day 5 of no caffeine. I feel a sense of loss particularly today. Saturday is the day that I look forward to drinking my chai. No anxiety about work on my mind. I have Monday to start worrying about that. No rushing. Not a single sound. It's like I have the whole house… Continue reading Breaking the Habit

What is this feeling, so sudden and new?

I KNOW that is not the first time I started a blog post with that title. For years, I wanted to see Wicked and when I finally had a chance, I was like, "Meh." That is so classic Rafia. What is NOT classic Rafia? Drinking green tea. Willingly. I'm a chai girl. Have been since… Continue reading What is this feeling, so sudden and new?

Anxiety and insomnia never were a good mix.

One of the things I have learned in organizing public programs is that you have to be willing to let go of your reasons for starting the project. When I discovered there was some push back against one of my core reasons for starting this particular project, I was reminded of the lesson I learned… Continue reading Anxiety and insomnia never were a good mix.

The gift of insomnia

There has been one good thing that has come out of my insomnia this past week: being given the chance to really plume through the thoughts whirling around in my head. While the common response would be to check one's phone and endlessly scroll through one's social media feed, I no longer reach for my… Continue reading The gift of insomnia