I manage to sleep, but am so used to waking up sometime between 2 and 4 am that I’ve gotten into the habit of pre-arranging the sofa so, when I get up during the night, it’s easy to plop down and read for an hour or so. After I start to nod, I crawl back in bed and kind of sleep the rest of the night.
It’s the trees. I wake up with a start, to the clear thought of ‘I need to do that specific thing.’ Rarely does the forest wake me up. I can’t recall a time when my eyes spring open from the thought, ‘that’s a fascinating overall direction we’re heading.’
I don’t believe I’m alone in this phenomenon.
I do believe that this is a day where I’d better decide on my attitude or it will be decided for me and it won’t be pretty. I should err on the side of kindness because it’s not my natural inclination today.
Susan Scot Fry
Update… Apparently — according to comments via facebook — I’m waaaay not alone in this. I do still feel like I’ve somehow brought it on myself, though. I’m not meditating enough. I’m not exercising enough. I’m not eating right. I’m growing old. All of these things are true, of course.