I used to lie in bed staring up at the ceiling for hours waiting to fall asleep. I tried to calm my mind but the more I tried the more my mind just chattered away reviewing my day or some other prior event. I tried counting sheep but the numbers got stratospheric until the sun began to rise. I was exhausted. I tried to meditate and think of nothing but then something would drift into the nothing and the more I tried to push it out, the more it returned. I would get some sleep during the night, but the worst part was the interminable boredom of just waiting to fall asleep. I’d look at the clock and time just crawled by.