That’s what I’m grateful for today. I’ve had a bumpy week and then a big day out exploring art. So this girl was tired. Hard to believe it has taken me the better part of five decades to understand what to do with myself when I’m really, really tired. I’ve found the answer and it’s not “relaxing” watching a movie late into the night. It’s not having another glass of wine to unwind. It’s actually quite simple.
Go. To. Bed.
It matters not whether it’s too early. Just go to bed.
When I do, I get to experience the absolute joy of waking up rested. My eyes open, my mind is clear, and everything seems right in my world, just for that moment. Being well rested gives me perspective on whatever’s been troubling me and insures that I have the energy to face whatever is to come. The best news is that my problems always seem smaller and my possibilities always seem brighter after a good night sleep.
Why do I fight it? Like a little kid, I just don’t want to go to bed. Sometimes, I’m just too tired to take off my makeup or brush my teeth. So instead, I’ll watch another half an hour of TV. Writing that, it seems crazy. Why do I resist what’s good for me?
For now, I think I’ve got it. I’m so grateful for waking feeling rested, safe and secure. I’m so grateful for getting a fresh perspective on what’s happening in my life and for feeling that I can get into action. I’ve often joked that when the menopause demons come for my sleep (like I’ve heard many sisters complain does happen), you better get ready with some meds to save me. I just can’t make it without sleep. And it’s taken me a long time to concede that I need a full eight hours of sleep to act anything like my best self. If you haven’t yet figured out how much sleep you need, I suggest you try it. You’ll be amazed at the results. And if you find that the day just isn’t going your way, call it quits with an early night.
In the words of the immortal Scarlett O’Hara:
“After all, tomorrow is another day.”
Boonedoggler 