Ugh. I shouldn’t let myself get so tired.
My eyelids are drooping, even though I’ve been on a steady drip of tea, coffee, and coca cola all day long. Work was a major mission; after work activities nearly as much of one.
I should have gone to bed earlier last night, like I should be going to bed now. But there’s so much to be done! I love creating things, writing, playing music, too much these days to let sleep become a priority.
It’s fantastic. I’m finally one-of-those-people, an artist-type, yielding to a higher power, answering the call of the muse. I worked at getting here. I’ve been cajoling myself into creating something most nights for months now, until it has become a habit. I have altered my behaviour. (Yessssss.)
But, as I said before, man am I ever tired. I budgeted time for everything except sleep. This was a miscalculation. I’ve accomplished all the little things I want to do in a week, but now I feel I could sleep for a year.
Oh, I can feel it now. Sleep is becoming exciting again. During the week it seems to get in the way of having a life outside of going to work and coming home. But tonight I’m going to fill the hot water bottle and curl up in a duvet and not set an alarm. Or better yet, set it for a good hour after I normally wake up, and then alternately listen to Heart Radio and hit the snooze button. It will be amazing.
Because being tired is so very lame. I don’t think straight. I’m not thinking straight now. I wait until I’m at the point of exhaustion, and then I decide I need to solve all the problems in my life, the lives of people I know, and major world issues. Then I get frustrated when solutions aren’t forthcoming.
But sleep magically fixes these things, and everything looks better in the morning. Good night!
