It is 3:58 am as I start to write this blog. Thus, the problem. It’s not that I can’t get to sleep, the problem is waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to get back to sleep.
Yes, there are many more pressing problems for people in the world, but this is my problem, and I’m tired of it….from it.
I have numerous books on my nightstand. I use them to help me fall asleep. I kid you not, once I start reading, I am out within 10 minutes. All my life, I typically wake up at some point in the night, take a quick look at the clock…”Oh, it 12:20, fantastic, hours of sleep left!” and in seconds, back to la la land. Or, “Oh, it’s 5:55 am, at least I’ve got 5 more minutes!” And it’s back to la la land for those precious 5 minutes.
I know there are people that think sleep is a waste of time. I’m NOT one of them. I love my sleep. I love the restorative nature of it. I love the very escape of it. And, I love to dream. Ever since Mr. Snyder’s senior English class where our assignment was to each morning, just after we wake, grab pen and paper and write down what we remember about our dreams. I have forever since recalled some part of my dreams each morning. No worries, we are not going into the realm of analyzing them, that’s for another blog. Just making the point, that for the most part, I luv my dreams.
But over the last several months now, at some point during the night, I will wake up, look at the clock, “oh, it’s 4:23, great, an hour and a half of sleep left”. Then I’ll lay there for a minute, and then another minute, pretty soon it’s 30 minutes…then and hour…an hour and a half. Granted, my mind tends to race during this time, but trust me, my mind is always racing, always has. One minute I’m working on the choreography from the latest Nia routine, (Kim, Kristina, Caz, try not to laugh to hard, cause I know that in particular this week, you can relate.), and in the next instant I’m working on creating workouts for the track kids, to why can’t I get that F# bar chord on the guitar, and then my mind moves on to trying to solve our worlds problems in the middle east, and on to the latest character in my screenplay “Containment”. But it is usually these very thoughts that are so non-exciting that they help me fall back to sleep. Not anymore.
I have tried grabbing the usually reliable books that get me to sleep, but they just don’t seem to have the effect in the middle of the night.
So, guys and gals, I come to you for any help you might have. I am open to most any thoughts and ideas (that are at least legal and non-harming to our bodies).
Thank you, and remember, whatever you find yourself doing today, or in my case, in the middle of the night…for heaven’s sake…have fun!……Fred