If you had told me as a teenager that someday I would have trouble sleeping, I would have told you that you were crazy. After all, in those days, I could easily sleep until noon, eat lunch, and take a quick nap before starting my Saturday. But then, as a teenager, I would have said a lot of things in the future were crazy and not going to ever happen to me!
Unfortunately that’s not the case, and sleep is a much longed for commodity in my life these days— something I have trouble finding and keeping. I so agree with F. Scott Fitzgerald’s assessment, “that the worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to…” or Shakespeare’s, “To sleep, perchance to dream, ay, there’s the rub,” as he so eloquently wrote in Hamlet.
Likewise, I concur with the saying by Niblack that “if a man had as many ideas in the day as he does when he has insomnia, he’d make a fortune.” Why is it that everything is major at 3:00 a.m., but I can barely remember it at 8:00, except to know that I was worrying about a multitude of needless, miscellaneous crap??
And on an airplane, when everyone else is snoring and drooling, why am I fidgeting and squirming and watching the few other insomniacs roam up and down the aisles? Who knows? Not me, I’m too busy worrying about getting a few unsuccessful zzzzzzzzzzzzzz’s.
Basically, it’s a hopeless endeavor, but I never fail to try. It makes me tired and sleepy just thinking about it, but as one unknown writer once wrote, “I’m not asleep, but that doesn’t mean I’m awake.” It is all so frustrating, but so it goes………Now, I’ll close and toss and turn, trying to count sheep and turn off my brain. If sleep doesn’t come, I guess I can get up and start eeking out a few thoughts on my computer, and bore you with another blog!