For a person who is constantly laughing and jolly, I have my share of down moments where I am all but consumed by what I did not have and would love to have. For the past few weeks, sleep has been scarce, particularly so in the week just passed. The days have been starting at the break of the new dawn at 5ish 6. And ending only at the back breaking time of midnight-ish because that is when my daily date with Mr. SO generally begins or end.
The sudden abundance of conscious waking moments in my life is… refreshing at best, but crippling at worst. I am plagued by the guilt of not sleeping and not getting my well-deserved (if I may say) rest. But at the same time, my mind, it is running wild on its own, on open fields and at the narrow strip where sand meets water.
Oh how we take things for granted till all is lost, through the cracks between our fingers. I need to learn to love my waking moments more. And embrace the rightful periods that I need to sleep!
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