Unpolished notes at the end of a long day
I have sat in front of the computer trying to get something out of my head. It’s not that I have no thoughts — I have plenty — it’s that my thoughts often feel too scattered, too loose, too spread apart.
Maybe this is because it is the end of a long day. Falling asleep from 10:30am to 1:30pm was a good thing. I’m writing that out, because it often feels like I’m cheating on life by napping. Rather than sleeping, I should be doing. Anything, just do something.
Doing anything, doing something isn’t always the wisest thing to be doing. When will I begin to understand that my need for sleep is not indicative of any failings on my part? It’s not about avoiding work, and it’s not about choosing to be lazy, it has everything to do with the fact that my body has endured some serious shit and just can’t run as fast and as quickly as I might like.
I hope I can get a little more out of it tomorrow. I’d really like that.