happiness consists of getting enough sleep
stop howling at the moon
If I remember correctly the header is a quote from R.A. Heinlein’s ‘Starship Troopers’, and reflects what it’s like to be pushed to the very limit, which I’m not, I live an almost idyllic life. I am getting my 7 hours a night, and yet lately I’ve been struggling to get out of bed in the morning. On top of that, for the first hour or so of the day I’ve been feeling groggy and listless.
That’s a very different issue to lack of sleep, and it’s called Dysania ~ trouble getting out of bed in the morning.
One reason for the feeling of just wanting to stay in bed is that there’s nothing worth getting up for. And I can’t be blamed for feeling a bit like that. Today is lockdown day 451, so for more than 16 lunar months I have been almost imprisoned at home, with nothing to do, nowhere to go, and nobody to see. All those of us who are independently wealthy, or laid off, or ‘working from home’, are entitled to have that feeling that we might as well just stay in bed. Worse when we do get up we might have the feeling that there’s nothing worth getting washed, shaved, and dressed in clean clothes for.
I have worked hard at not falling completely into that trap. I have some support, a person who I am accountable to, someone I go online with early every morning, and that ‘accountability partner’ does drag me out of bed. Another thing that gets me up and going is writing this blog, which is an almost every day thing for me. And, so help me God, I bought an Alexa which plays 70s and 80s hits every damn morning ~ until and unless I tell her to shut up.
I live in a small loft apartment, that has un-shaded skylights, so the dawn also helps me to wake up, although lately it’s still hard to get out of bed. The other thing I have is a daily plan, what’s on the agenda for today, and it does help if you know you have something you should be doing, maybe something that you really enjoy.
There’s a few damn good reasons it’s hard for me to get out of bed; anxiety, depression, stress, and poor physical fitness ~ all of which can be attributed to being locked up in solitary confinement for 451 days ~ by order of my own fucking stupid government.
But take heart, we can still be busy doing nothing.
it’s worth getting out of bed just to see the dawn