Awake. That’s a word I like. And yet when I lie in bed at night, and sleep is beyond my grasp, and I find myself perpetually awake, it becomes a less likeable word. One more of those parodoxes, I suppose. Is parodoxes even a word?
I do think, though, in those wide-awake scenarios, that I am grateful to be wide-awake in a nice cozy bed, in a nice safe place…..facts not to be overlooked and unappreciated. The less I worry about being awake and all of the ramifications on my psyche and my next day work-ability, the more inclined I am to just let it happen. The occasional night of insomnia will likely not damage a person.
Less caffeine has helped. Eating nutrient-dense food has helped. It may be more predictable and therefore more often avoidable than I previously believed. I may be wound up a bit too tight to begin with, so these diet-related factors may be important to consider. To shamelessly paraphrase Dickens: It may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato…there’s more of gravy than of angst, causing this insomniatic reaction.