When I was younger, I took sleep for granted and I want to apologize to it now, for ever doubting my need to indulge in cat naps, snoozes, slumber parties and anything else that involves me being so deep into dream land that I grab the nearest shoe and think that it s the phone.
I don’t know why I don’t seem to sleep the way that I used to be able to, and that bothers me. I don’t think that it is because I’m worried. It couldn’t be the overwhelming excitement that I have about the next day. My life is exciting, but not on the weekdays…lol! When I lay my head down on the pillow at night, my expectation is that I won’t wait up for 8 hours…every time unless of course, I have an appointment that says other wise. I like sleep and I need it right now.
But you see that’s the problem. I don’t want to sleep right now. I want to do my work, but I am so sleepy that I can’t do my work effectively. My next option is to skip to the ice cream shop and get a cone, but the only thing that that will actually is do is elevate my serotonin and sugar levels temporarily and then they’ll come crashing down…and I’ll be back in this place all over again…irritated and sleepy.
I think that I’ll go take a nap now and rise in an hour or so…that I might take on the tasks of the day.
I just want to sleep the way I did when I was little…without a care in the world.
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