Sometimes, my really good ideas go horribly wrong, and instead blow up in my face. This evening, I had dinner late, and was a little tired. I figured this was a good opportunity to do something relaxing and get to sleep uncharacteristically early. I decided on a hot bath and a cup of tea. It usually works fantastically well if I have any trouble sleeping.
I made my tea, filled the bath, and then spent 15 minutes noticing how the whole bathroom needs to be cleaned. So, it’s twenty after ten and I’m making a mental note of that and how there a couple dishes in the sink and a cooking pan from the late dinner. And I never swept the floor like I wanted to.
The M___-person is sleeping in the other room, otherwise, I’d clean now, so I’d sleep.
If there is one thing that doesn’t help me relax, it’s making lists of everything I need to do tomorrow (new work assignment/project begins tomorrow, too, so I’m in two hours early).
Ah, also write self-not-help books: The Anxiety-driven life. Scheisse. How to Make Lists, and Loose Sleep. The Power of Obsessive Thinking…
[sharing this, because, my consolation for the sleep I’m likely to lose tonight is that somebody will see themselves in these words, relate to it, and feel less alone and fucked up]
Look out for each other, out there in internet land.