“A well-spent day brings happy sleep.” -Leonardo da Vinci
Sleepiness. Lately I’ve almost welcomed the feeling, which is strange, right? The thing is, this whole summer I have spent in laziness (well, I guess not this whole summer). But a lot of this summer has been spent sleeping, laying around on my bed, watching shows laying down on my bed, or, if I’m feeling especially productive, reading/working/writing laying down on my bed. Nearly this whole summer has been spent in relaxation.
However, there have been times when I haven’t had quite as much time to relax. Especially lately, I’ve been liking these times. It reminds me of the school year when sleep deprivation is most certainly not a rarity. In fact, it wasn’t much of a rarity to find myself in tears because all I wanted to do was sleep. That isn’t exactly the case at the moment. Right now, feeling tired is almost a blessing. The fact of the matter is a lot of nights I’ve been finding it hard to fall asleep because I just didn’t do enough during the day to really make me tired. Now, this sleepiness informs me that, just maybe, I’m actually doing some things; I’ve been working a lot, seeing a lot more of my friends, and having more reasons to wake up early. And it feels good.
Isn’t it odd how there exists such a contrast between want you need in one moment and what you want in the next? It just doesn’t seem right that one has to suffer so much in one span only to be overindulged in the next. Do you guys have anything like this in your lives?