Sleep

 Yes, I’m grateful for sleep—long, delicious, cozy nights, and all the naps I want. I’ve been doing a lot of that lately, probably because my body is requiring it after a bit of an invasion a few days ago. 

I’ve lived through periods of insomnia. What a terrible, horrible, awful feeling it is to be incredibly tired, but unable to fall into healing rest. Tired all day, unable to sleep at night, ad infinitem. I took sleeping aids for years, due to having an all-night work schedule. Once I was again working in daytime hours, my habit continued. Multiply that by a couple of decades, and you can see that I was convinced that they were absolutely necessary.

After several months of a much more gentle medication, I am sleeping better, enjoying my movie-quality dreams. Right now, as my body is in healing mode, I have no problem allowing it to step into la-la land for an extended visit. 

Chores will wait. Projects can survive being on hold. My to-do list is just the lines on the paper, ready to be filled in as I go. My gratitude for sleep co-exists with my gratitude for retirement. The latter allows the former.

Today, I will continue to listen to the cues my body sends. I’ll do what I can, and not listen to the thoughts that like to nag, admonishing me to do more! more! more! I’m the boss of me, and I allow as many breaks as I want. So there!