Thoughts on burning the candle at both ends
Giant exhale. It feels so good to be inside my own head again.
The last six weeks have been incredibly hectic. I’m not complaining, you see, but instead realizing that I can’t be a girl who burns her candle at both ends. It just makes me crazy.
Having a day job required that I keep reasonable hours, that I get enough sleep to be effective, eat right and not drink often. Not having a reason to act right lead to overindulgence.
The thing that really hurt me was lack of sleep. I am no good to anyone — especially myself — when I’m tired. I need on average 7 hours of sleep a night. That’s become so apparent recently. I actually have started to dread events that keep us up late.
The idea that I can sleep in because I don’t have to get up to go to a day job doesn’t work for me. Twenty years of working an 8-to-5 schedule has programmed my brain to wake up in the morning and get going.
Until last week, I wasn’t sleeping well for many different reasons. I was sick with a lingering stomach ailment, then Bill was sick, then Bill’s allergies were bothering him and he had insomnia, then we were traveling, then I had insomnia. All that led to a very unpleasant Robin.
I hate that girl — all crabby and dissatisfied. I hate spending time holding on to negativity. It taints my view on everything and everybody. I get all judgmental and nasty.
That’s no good for anyone.
So sleeping and resting (i.e. lying around in bed a whole bunch — which just happens to be one of my favorite things) has become essential. I keep telling myself that I need to recharge my batteries and that I’m not wasting time, I’m getting better.
Along with getting good sleep, I’ve been exercising and am back to my fairly healthy diet. And it’s helping.
It’s nice to be able to look in the mirror and not think the person staring is a total jerk baby.