spinning into spring


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A few days past the Equinox – whichever hemisphere you’re reading this from  – we’ve all just tipped a balance of seasons.

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I’m typing to you from the north, so my days are now eversoslightly longer then my nights.

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Which makes me glad.

It suits my intermittent insomniac tendencies – if it isn’t cold and dark when I wake up my days are more likely to begin earlier – and in turn rebalance my days and nights into natural circadian rhythms. (Until next time…)

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Last week my sleep was completely unsettled.

Beginning with the night I had all the nightmares that children get where beasties and monsters are chewing my feet. And my tired mind forgets it’s just a dream and refuses to go back there just in case.

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Popular science de jour supports the belief that missed sleeps can’t exactly be repaid at a later date, and rather than try to catch up, it’s better to enforce a bed time and wake time, forcing the body to comply. Good sleep hygiene. All that stuff.

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I’ve tried that.

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The obstinate donkey that runs my brain doesn’t like that game, so won’t play.

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We (me & donkeybrain) have to lay there all restless and thinky for a long time when we try this. Unmedicated early nights are effective only when preceded by some fairly appalling regard to rest for a good few days by way of a build up. Even the donkey doesn’t think that’s wise.

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If I do get to sleep by my ideal of 11pm I fall into what feels like a deliciously deep, eight hour, dream fuelled, well rested  slumber. Mmmmmm…

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But in reality turns out to have lasted just 90 minutes or so.

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And is followed by any combination of thinky/over-thinky/wide-awake/best-ideas-ever-just-not-quite-awake-enough-to-write-down-or-record-somehow/what-the-crazies-was-that-dream-meant-to-be-about?…………….

I mean – it’s rarely worrisome thoughts – I’m not that ball of anxiety (had that in previous chapters, thankfully free of that now). So it could be worse.

I say to myself: Shush, it will be morning soon, you just need to shush back to sleep for a little while til then… continually for 5-6 hours before another 90 min nap.

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Last week I had two consecutive nights on just scraps of rest and a few really busy days with a lot of fresh air and walking. So that should be an effective reset, right?

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Then the weekend was almost totally filled up with sleep.

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Like the rest of my life, I think I’m probably quite well balanced on average – but looking at individual episodes I’m mostly to be found on the outer edges of everything.

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There we are. 

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This isn’t me, but she can be my representative in this tale of chaos. Standing there in her mismatched legs, holding onto her head (keeping the donkey in – he has his uses) and leaning – all casual like –  against the one edge of this so called reality. Just for now.

 

 

12 thoughts on “spinning into spring

  1. By looking at your amazing work, who cares what popular science or anyone else says about sleep. If you are able to produce the incredible art above and be able to function with only a little sleep, then your sleep clock just isnt set the same as the ones described in sleep studies. Everyone is different. I like sweets and some people dont. I have to have at least 7 hours of sleep or I dont even know my name much less be able to create amazing art. I shut down totally with less than 7 hours. You thrive on less sleep. Breathtaking!!!

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