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More and more lately, it seems I spend my time either running away from sleep or creeping toward it. And more and more, I find myself not controlling which direction I’m going. I’m still a night person who likes to sleep late in the morning, but for the past few days I’ve been waking up too early, crashing in the middle part of the day, and still staying up way past any semblance of a reasonable hour.
My choice, as always, is to live with it. I accept that this is how my body works, and I recognize that all the times in the past when I’ve tried to change it have resulted in even more fatigue and less of a clear head. I’m muddling through without judgment or alarm.
Well, maybe a little alarm. Maybe I wish it were different, if only so that I could be on everyone else’s schedule. No judgment, though. None forthcoming, none accepted. |
