I’m learning terms like “insomnia and oversleep.” Oversleep is when an insomniac, like me, finally falls asleep and can sleep 10, 12 or more hours at a time, and then, after all that sleep has trouble waking up completely. Your brain is foggy, you are uncoordinated and are left feeling exhausted. I was born at noon. So, I have always joked that God intended for me to be a night person. My inner wake up clock doesn’t respond to “a.m.” Everyone I know, and want to be with, is up in walking, playing pickle ball and enjoying the first half of their day which I routinely miss.
It’s amazing how quickly the mind travels when you can’t sleep. I keep searching for that “off” button that travels through childhood, adulthood fears and anxieties. The other night, I completely solved the immigration problem and was facetiously working on my next project, global warming. I know, I’m not a genius, but often times, I wonder how many great ideas come to people when they are running out of sheep to count. My brain goes so fast, from one subject to another that I actually got up to grab a notebook and pen so I could write down some of my ideas. The next afternoon, not morning, when I finally woke up, I enthusiastically picked up my note pad to read about my many extraordinary theories solving important issues. To my great disappointment, not only couldn’t I read my chicken scratching, my notes were those of a sleep deprived idiot.
But I did learn something valuable. We all have issues with the aging process. But the ability to laugh at ourselves, is not only necessary, it is healing. Talking about some of the insignificant fears of aging and the multiple problems we all face does make the aches, pains and issues a little less burdensome. We are all in this together. The ability to laugh at ourselves and respect everyone’s aging issues is our great connection. We can all be grouches, happy, negative, gracious, positive, giving or selfish depending on the way we feel each and every day we wake up. Every day above ground is a good day.
