This morning I woke up alert and ready to go. I couldn't wait to get started on my day. Lately, that has not been the case. Some mornings I have to push myself just to roll out of bed, especially since I have been wearing a "space boot" on one foot. However, this morning was different. Why? Because, for the first time in a long time, I got my required eight hours of sleep. The result was a livelier, more cheerful me and consequently, a happier husband as well.
I thought a lot today about the difference a good night's sleep can make. I thought about it as I gathered together two loads of clothes and started them on their way. I thought about it as I stood at my kitchen window and enjoyed the sunny view while I washed and cut up vegetables, including my daughters beautiful home-grown tomatoes, for a pot of homemade soup. Life felt good.
Then I took up my position at the computer with a long to-do list for marketing my just-published children's book, Benny's Angel. As the day wore on and I began to wear out, it became clear to me where the problem lies. I have not learned to draw a line on the number of hours I sit at the computer. I am not taking enough breaks, not finding a balance in my life that includes adequate rest.
O.K. So here I am at 8:45 sitting at my computer typing up this post to share with you. Where did today's epiphany get me? Well, at least I'm thinking about it, and as soon as I finish this post, I'll shut down the computer. Maybe.
Note to my followers: Those who are waiting for another installment in my series on SAD, should look for it in a couple of days. I just had to get this up tonight!