Wednesday, December 26, 2012

I slept in

I woke up in Brunswick Maine on Christmas morning. I woke up very very early—like 4AM early, and I lay awake for a long time—til about 5:30 I think, negotiating with myself. Don't think about work. (I thought about work.) Don't think about that stressful thing. (I thought about that stressful thing.) Just relax, and you will go back to sleep. (I thought about that stressful thing at work.) Eventually I allowed myself to think about something quite private and quite hopeful and quite .... yes, private. But it was first thing in the morning, and it was all for me (so much for me that I am not going to tell you what it is) and it eventually allowed me to go back to sleep, and I slept until 9:15AM, which is just incredibly unusual and luxurious for me. It goes against my nature to think about sleeping as something selfish and joyful (more like necessary but elusive) but when I woke up after 9, and felt the surge of joy go through my rested self, I just smiled.

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