I probably need to get back to writing something everyday, because as things currently stand; I only seem to be writing on days that suck. We’ve had a decent handful of days since I last posted, but I’m really not loving today.
For most of my life, I’ve never had to deal with insomnia or other sleep issues. I guess now’s as good a time as any to join the legions for whom trouble sleeping is a problem. I’ve diagnosed myself with restless legs syndrome based on the fact that I frequently find myself waking up with, wait for it, restless legs. The first couple of occurrences were manageable. A little reading or a quick meditation and I’d drift back to dreamland. The past couple of nights, though, neither of those tricks worked and I was up for a long time.
I am tired. Yeah, I’m always tired. But I don’t usually wake up tired. I did today, though.
And then I moseyed on over to Facebook, where I was greeted with memories of things I’d posted on this day in past years. No bueno.
A year ago I was griping about being late to church because of my husband. Then celebrating the first sermon of Jonathan, who we’ve gone to church with for something like 13 years.
I miss my church community.
Two years ago we were at a soccer tournament in Des Moines.
I miss soccer.
Three years ago I enjoyed dinner with college classmates, while on my way to celebrate the graduations of my two nephews- one from high school, the other from college. The same college Chris and I attended. I was beyond excited to be back on campus and watch my nephew become a graduate of my beloved alma mater.
I miss dinners with friends. And graduations.
And, going back to one year ago. Strangely enough, this one still applies. I used to be tired due to our rigorous schedule. Now I’m tired from all the things I miss. And my restless mother trucking legs.
Perhaps if I’d had a decent night’s rest, these memories wouldn’t have been so hard on my psyche. But I hadn’t had a decent night’s rest. So these memories were not a great start to my day.
Ultimately, today was fine. I worked, which is always good. Kids survived distance learning, Chris worked from home, blah, blah, blah.
But, I’m tired. And missing normal.
Be Well, Friends.
