Lately, I’ve been thinking about sleep, a lot.
That’s probably because there hasn’t been a lot of it going on for me as of late. I feel like I’m always behind the 8-ball when it comes to getting sleep.
There are not enough hours in my day allowing me to get the ‘required’ amount of sleep and get everything else done; if I find time to sleep the ‘required’ amount, my mind swirls with thoughts of all the things I’m not doing or will need to do as soon as my eyes open the next morning.
When did life get so crazy? Crazy enough that I’m not able to find time to lay my head down on a pillow for any length of time, a respectable amount of time. Crazy enough to keep me lying awake, often for hours, with my brain buzzing with what appears to be a never ending to-do list.
I remember when I was younger sleep didn’t seem all that important. I could go out with my friends, stay up till the wee hours of the morning, and then come 6 AM, POP right out of bed, work all day, rinse and repeat. No biggy! Didn’t phase me.
Then, somewhere along the way, I grew older. I grew into needing to sleep, nay, WANTING to sleep. Naps are no longer a punishment but a necessity!
Is it that my mind doesn’t shut down, doesn’t relax? Is it that I’ve placed too many ‘things’ in my life that aren’t allowing me to rest completely? Where does sleep go when I’m exhausted?
Does it play games with me? Always just within reach but never quite caught?
Elusive. That’s what sleep is. Just a lovely dream.
That’s my one minute mind!