I haven't been sleeping well lately.
Sleep is not usually a problem for me. I have been compared to an old woman for regularly falling asleep before 10 p.m. But as I've been growing my idea base and enthusiasm for this project, I find myself with a racing mind as I climb into bed, and will lay there for a significant amount of time before falling asleep. Thinking.
While I'm also in the midst of trying to become a "morning person" and setting alarms for the ungodly hour of 5:45 a.m., this means I often wake up exhausted. I'm the kind of person who feels best after 10 hours of sleep rather than six, so mornings have been rough lately. But I've recently been thinking about the times when I've had trouble sleeping and come to a pretty cool conclusion.
I don't have a problem falling to sleep when I am anxious or agitated or going through a rough patch in life. In fact, I'm one of those weirdos who sleeps like a dead person when going through life's more annoying phases.
The times when I have trouble sleeping are when I'm excited. I will take that trade-off any day.
When I was younger, I would stay up late with my ideas and work to flush them out. When I first met my boyfriend — this is going to be a good story for the blog down the road — I would stay up until 2 a.m. talking to him on a nightly basis, and even later after we hung up or texted goodbye with adrenaline. Now, I'm stepping back into a personally creative life and I'm lying awake with ideas swimming through my brain. If that means I'm getting a little less sleep, so be it.
I swear this blog isn't just going to be completely about my newfound search for creativity, but it is interesting to know that what keeps me up at night are not my worries, but my passions. That's a pretty good reason to miss a few ZZZs.