I don’t think the words Wide Awake really capture the feeling of not sleeping at night. Wide awake is a daytime kinda thing, implying perky energy and a clear gaze. Fast Awake on the other hand is the sticky glue of being in the iron grip of your monkey-mind that doesn’t know enough to shut up for five or six hours.
It’s amazing to me the things that can plague my thoughts while I am not sleeping:
- SCOTUS and the disastrous decisions they have made or are about to make – didn’t they see American Hustle? An all Koch Brand government is a good thing?
- The on boarding list I’m creating for my new assistant, who doesn’t start for another two weeks. Also wondering why the process isn’t standardized since people are hired everyday.
- Wondering which of my friends is awake right now making lists, drinking tea, reading, worrying…
- Planning the Passover menu & trying to remember the name of the green bean & asparagus salad I made last year that everyone liked.
- Ordering and re-ordering the chapter names of the book I tell myself I am writing.
- Feeling bad that my friends are moving because I will miss them terribly, and then feeling guilty and selfish, trying to imagine how I can help them with the transition.
- Calculating the number of years it will take to pay off my student loans and how many of those years will overlap with paying my daughter’s college loans.
- Trying to imagine how to increase my dwindling list of coaching clients and stagnating business while maintaining a full-time job.
- Whether or not I should get out of bed and go read something or throw in a load of laundry…
The question every morning is where do I put my energy in a sea of competing priorities and deadlines. The question at night is where do I put my attention. Obviously it’s not on sleep.
I love the fact that owls, no matter how cute or fluffy, epitomize resting bitch face. I can relate. But that’s another post.