I’ve had a tough time going to sleep the last few weeks.
At some level this is comforting. As a kid I used to lay in bed for 1-2 hours after bedtime and just have thoughts tumble through.
It’s indicative of a return to a sense of familiarity.
But it’s also not familiar because I haven’t had this happen in many years.
The last several years, I’m usually out like a light within minutes of getting into bed. Or minutes of starting to read on my kindle. (It still might take me forever to finish Les Miserables.)
But in the state I’ve been in the last whole, I need my sleep. I need to put my brain to bed so it can rest, heal, and find its normalcy once again.
Part of what’s going on is I’m thinking through how to fix it.
Analyzing what happened in the past and what I’m doing now. And thinking about what is different and how I can find the same passions and drives that worked then.
Those are probably good things to consider.
Even if it means I’m not getting to sleep as quickly.