For the wicked.


We’re told to get a staple 8 hours a night to be ‘all we can be’ right.
Well, I’m starting to feel like I don’t actually know what that feels like any more. This is getting ridiculous, to the point of funny. But not your average kind of funny. Nooooo. You know that really tired kind of funny, where you’re still super awake at 3am because you’ve passed the point of no sleep return, and everything seems really hysterical?…Yeah that kind of funny.
The kind of funny where you start laughing at Ashton Kutcher films…bad right?

I started trying to stay up later and get up earlier, so I would be tired enough to sleep, but nope, that doesn’t work. I took sleeping drugs. Apparently my body has the will to overcome them too.
I used natural herbal remedies. And hot teas. Nothing.
At this point feel free to jump in with any ‘old wives tales’ that will help. I’m willing to give it a shot 😉
I’m looking at adding this to my wardrobe in the near future!

The thing is, I know pretty much why I can’t sleep. I just don’t know how to ‘fix’ it. You see, I have this mind that has a mind of it’s own. When my head hits the pillow, it clicks into overdrive and starts telling me all about everything it thinks I need to know. It might start out with something that happened earlier, what I need to get done the next day, and end up drifting to faraway places and imagining things that could be. It creates adventures, writes stories, paints pictures and dreams, all while I lay there wide awake watching the time tick over.

Before I know it, it is somewhere in the very small hours of the morning and the possibility of getting nearly enough sleep is beyond reach. Again.
Next thing I know, after a few hours of broken z’s Chili is leaving for work, the dogs are relentlessly wanting to play and just BE AWAKE, and there goes the slender chance of sleeping in too. There is just no way of ignoring this when it wants you to get up to play!

So be it. Start the day with strong coffee and a to do list and soldier on. I need to get some of this…

I guess it just comes down to being able to relax a little, something I am not much good at at the moment. There’s just too much going around in my head. That, along with a changed eating and exercise routine and many other things, is leaving me just a LITTLE wound up right now. Some days I feel like I need to just step out of my body and shake myself loose.

Either way, I guess it could always be worse. It’s more a mental thing than physical, and I have an feeling it might get a little better soon. Patience has just never been my strong suit. I want what I want. And I’m okay with that.

So, let’s go out on a more positive note…