Potentially Nonsense

No one expects the duckie inquisition.

Too tired to be inspired

I’m so tired, I’m shaking.

I want sleep so bad that I feel like crying. My arms and legs are heavy and slow. My eyes are slow and gritty. There’s not enough Visine in the world for this. Getting myself out of bed was like a physical pain. At least there’s no migraine, which this kind of thing can often trigger.

It’s been a long week with work, and it’s Tuesday, and there’s my elderkitty’s health, and there’s life, and there’s learning to live alone, and there’s learning to comfort myself instead of just taking care of other people, and I’m tired.

T-I-R-E-D.

And now my Maggie-cat has jumped onto my shoulder from behind me, from the bed. She’s old, and doesn’t feel good, and wants to be held. So I’m holding her soft fur, and her warm kitty body, and I’m listening to her comforting purr, and that makes me want sleep even more.

Also, it means typing one-handed.

Can I just crawl back into my nice beautiful warm bed? I could curl up with Maggie Mayhem purring in my arm, like we’ve done almost every night for 18 years, and we could both go back to sleep for another 10 minutes before I have to leave for work. Ten more minutes. When I have ten minutes left of my lunch break, it seems like nothing. This morning it seems like a sleepy lifetime.

I’m tired, so that’s why I’m not writing this blog entry, today.

At night I’ve been setting an alarm to encourage me to go to bed at a good time. Each night, all the chores I need to do take longer than I think that they will, or should. Suddenly single after fourteen years, with three cats, one dog, a full-time job… don’t I deserve a little extra sleep? It’s a lot of work maintaining everything. Is it really that important that it get up and post this? It’s not like anyone would know. It’s not a paid gig. I’m not changing the world with it.

I’m not changing the world. I’m changing myself. I’m changing my priorities, and teaching myself to see my own time as having value and use when I take it for myself. My time is not only useful when I use it to support other people. It is not only valuable when I’m trading it for money.

This month is about noticing my excuses, and walking through them. It’s about learning how to take care of myself, and about learning what new dreams I want to dream. It’s about waking up. It’s not about going back to sleep.

Are you still with me this morning, writing, fellow Write 31 Day-ers? Leave a comment, and I’ll drop by your blog to say hello. Let’s bolster each other, and limp across the finish line with our arms around each other’s shoulders.

May we all sleep well, tonight, when the day is done.

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7 Comments

  1. Well you certainly managed a better post than me in your tired state. I hope you got through the day okay and tomorrow feels better.

    • The computer network went down, so we all spent the second half of the day helping another department stuff and address envelopes. It was a nice break, and it’s always fun when we can sit around and talk to each other. Tomorrow will be better. Thank you!

  2. Oh, I’m here and giving you a virtual (((hug))). Your writing is inspirational! You are witty and creative… so I’m glad you keep on coming back and posting once again. You make a difference in my world and in many others, I’m sure. Keep going! (and give your animals a little cuddle/pet from me). 🙂

  3. awww, elderkitty. 🙁

    Thanks for honestly sharing this. Wishing you good rest and rejuvenation tonight.

  4. I love Rumi, but I disagree with him on this one. I credit the extra sleep in the months post-divorce the most for helping me heal and grow stronger. I slept a lot when my daughter was with her dad, and I will be forever grateful that I allowed myself that sleep. I am so much stronger and happier, but I had to slog through those hard days first. Keep writing, writer. The writing is healing too.

    • There’s such a fine balance to recharging vs doing. I think I’ll try to set aside one of the weekend days to sleep in. I don’t know how people do this with children, without cracking. You’re tough! I think I’ll pre-write and schedule tomorrow’s, and take your advice. Thank you.

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