Also the source of sleeplessness has changed.
When thinking about money, I used to have the kind of night where you drop off into a tensely restless sleep sometime after midnight just to wake up couple of hours later with your tummy in knots of dread.
It is ugly! I would never willingly go there again. Still, I remember the nights after we found out in exactly how deep trouble with debt we were. Having sleepless nights about money didn’t even start to describe how I felt. It was part of it though; for couple of years I woke up after three-four hours sleep, pondering visions of Dickensian levels of poverty and suffering. Flights of imagination are one of my inclinations; during this period they gave me visions of darkness and despair.
Now I have sleepless nights about money of a different kind entirely. It is the kind of night where you drop off to bed exhausted sometime after midnight just to wake up four hours later with the fluttering of excitement and anticipation in your belly.…