No doubt, if you're reading this and felt personally attacked or understanding due to experience with these periods of lack of sleep or straight up restlessness, then congrats. This is for you.

No I am not about to share some solution or "quick fix" like and influencer 'Guru". Nor am I about to play Doctor and suddenly prescribe the period you may very well find yourself in. If somehow my works do just that, then "don't worry about it" Is all I've to say. With that little disclaimer, let us proceed...

One night, in no particular time of my journey upon this planet, I found myself unable to shake this gnawing feeling in my mind. As if it were some inner voice screaming, but without so much as a peep heard. In times like these it is impossible, I've found, for me to grasp or truly understand why I feel the way I do at such late hours. It's easy, of course, to sit and say "I must have been too full of energy" or "My mind was just racing too fast to fall asleep." If you're anything like me, you find these answers not only inaccurate and excusive, you also feel repulsed and annoyed at the mere mention of so much as one of them.

Instead, it feels right and easier to jump into thought and reflect on the day before or the night in question to try finding the root cause and real answer. Even while writing this, I feel as though I am not fully expressing the thoughts I want to or feel I need to. Something is lacking in my words, and I do not yet know why.

That is until I actually invest the time into figuring out the Why, What and any other possible reason or adverb that stands behind my being unable to sleep. Each post I write is nothing short of honesty, and yet it feels as if I am not doing much of that. Regardless, I press on.

Each of you has or will eventually experience what I am feeling currently. There is a word for this out there, if you find it let me know, would you? It almost feels my understanding of my own native tongue is limited and inadequate to truly inscribe what it is I am thinking. Currently, this day today is the third of my writer's journey. Thus far, I can say it feel grand and amazing to be beyond the fenceline that is "One day, or Day one." Suppose that right there is the answer. Maybe it's exactly what I am looking for in this context. Maybe it's a red herring meant to throw me off. I do not know.

Here's what I do know. Every day, week, month, or even year whatever it may be I find myself within each time frame hounded by the very slogan this story is about.

The most recent time I can recall this happening to me, is several years ago. Back when I first decided and first started to slowly change who I am as a man. Who I am as a person and who I see myself being as I get older. It was mid-way through a time in my life where mundane was the norm, comfort was the new addiction, and depression my best friend. As I was lying in bed I had a dream. In fact, this dream, permeated my life for over a week. It were as if time kept repeating itself and everyday was an exact copy of the first. Same dream, same routine, same people.

I found it very hard to discern what was happening. So much so I genuinely thought I were in a time loop or a false reality or even worse a coma. At one point, toward the end of the week, I had the same dream again. This time it clicked. It was a vision from God each path that my life could have traveled down. Time felt so obsolete within that week, because each night I would feel restless physically but mentally I was far ahead of my own life. God had shown me each night future events of what could and what Will take place.

He essentially told me you now have a choice. One day or Day one? You no longer have time to put this off, it's either the path of creation and discipleship or the path of destruction, regret, and constant turmoil and hardship. What's it going to be, son? To this day I get this feeling of "Deja Vu" and think "the Lord told me about this". To say, "I knew this was going to happen" is to take away credit where it is due. Though it has been some time since this week of strange dreams and time being reset every day, I still get the vivid sensation that God spoke to me that week and kept rewinding the clock until I made up my mind. And when I did, I can say it has been the best decision of my life. He offered me two choices.

So, I said Day one. And haven't looked back since.