Resistance

It's late and I find that I'm resisting sleep. Again. Still. After less than an hour of laying in my bed, I've given up. After yawning and longing for sleep most of the evening, I've accepted instead the activity of staying up.

I wonder how much of my life contains this type of resistance? I wonder how much energy I spend each day to overcome the friction that I create through my own pattern of choices? I wonder what I might be able to accomplish if I could strip away this sandpaper and slide easily into the path of my most desired actions? I want to find out.