I’m tired. Super tired. Big weekend, busy week,
restless night, whatevs the cause… completely knackered. Funny thing is that it
isn’t unusual. I feel fairly stuffed all the time. And I’m most certainly not
alone in that – everyone just seems constantly exhausted nowadays.
I know of course that there are plenty of people
busier than me, folks with professions more hectic than my old music teacher
gig, individuals operating on zero alone time and adequate rest because they
have kids to raise or family members to care for. I’m not looking to get into a
competition over who has more cause to be a zombie (we’re all equally fatigued)
because I recognise how fortunate I am to even have time to sit down and write
this blog post unmolested by tantrums, never-ending deadlines or an overly
active social life. It just seems a strange way for everyone to be trundling
through life; surviving for the brief reprieve weekends offer (though they aren’t
relaxing for all) or just doing whatever they can to get by until they can
catch up on those elusive zzzz’s. Sometimes it feels as though my day consists
solely of me doing stuff and counting down the hours until I’m crawling into
bed again. I seem to wake up tired
which just sucks. I honestly take my hat off to those of you managing to look
after other people (whether young or old) because let’s be honest, I have days
where I can barely take care of me.
And I’m like an adult and stuff. Kinda. A bit.
It occurred to me recently that I wasn’t always
this way. I vividly remember a period of time where I could run, chase, play,
dance around and pester (mostly my brother) for hours. Having an enforced bed-time just seemed ludicrously unfair.
Even through my schooling I seemed pretty energized; my body functioning on the
normal-ish study/sleep cycle without too much hassle. Many, many occasions
during my Uni days saw me out at gigs and whatnot, resolutely managing on only
a few hours shut-eye the next day. But now? Over the hump of twenty-five and
seemingly a Nanna already. I joke with people about this but it’s actually
eerily accurate. I’m sure it will only increase too with everything slowing
steadily as we age. I can’t even comprehend being more tired than I feel nowadays
but of course understand that if even just one aspect of my life altered I’d
miss this tiredness. So yeah, kudos
to those of you dealing with so much and
still chugging along. You’re amazing. AMAZING. And uh, apologies for the Lyn
you all get saddled with when she’s yawn-facing her way through the day ‘cause
she certainly isn’t a Happy Chappy then.
What are you sleeping patterns like? Do you wake
up feeling super refreshed and ready to face the day with a smile?
