I've now unofficially scheduled in the hours of 01:30-03:30 as "lay in bed and worry about stupid stuff" time. It doesn't matter how much sleep I got the night before, what time I go to bed, my state of exhaustion/inexhaustion, when the digital display reads 1:30, I know I'm expecting to not fall back asleep for at least an hour or more.
Even the lulling pitter patter of residual rooftop rain drops onto my air conditioner unit can't put me to sleep tonight.
The timing doesn't normally vary, but the subjects of worry vary widely like the section headers at a bookstore; from economics/business, faith and spirituality, to self-help and guidance.
It's easy enough to neglect such negligible things during the day, but the solitude of night has an uncanny way of compounding these afflictions.
It's not exactly a double-edged sword, as I find that there is some solace in being able to lay in bed unfettered, knowing that I don't have to be anywhere or do anything, but I think that it might be good to make use of these "lost" hours of the day constructively. So, suggestions for a new craft or good books are welcome.
Monday, June 13, 2005
~~It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live. ~~
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