I've been observing my sleep patterns with dismay for awhile now. My challenge has been acceptance since the mean judge that lives in my mind keeps telling me I'm a lazy bum and I should get up and take care of my to-do list. I'm also trying to be grateful that I'm falling asleep early in the evening compared to the midnight it used to be. This way I wake up before noon which is really helpful in managing my life. I've checked out my very old journals and apparently - even before the wreck - I've had this odd problem. People who've known me for the past 30 years agree. So once again I work at accepting reality and my powerlessness. I've tried pretty much everything so I've proved to myself that I'm powerless. So...today I woke up at 8:00 - which I hope is a sign that I'm coming out of the sleeping 14 hours out of every 24 thing. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I may have a whole day for my life today.
I just read an article about the woman who wrote Seabiscuit while living with extreme illness that keeps her in bed for days at a time. There's always some annoying example of someone who has it worse than you who has accomplished wonders. My barrier seems to be waiting to get better before I accomplish wonders! Apparently, she didn't wait and just went on as best she could. J.K. Rowling wrote the Harry Potter series while a single parent living in poverty. My sad story just doesn't make it as an excuse for not getting much done!
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