When I'm having a bad day, as in the kind of day where my thoughts rush around from all directions and I can't seem to stop them, I often stop to ponder what has made the difference. Why are my thoughts so out of control today as opposed to any other day? Why are there some days where I can sit and watch them like clouds rolling by and other days where they're so intrusive that I feel like splitting my skull open with an axe and removing all the thinking bits?
Sleep. There appears to be a connection between the quantity and quality of my sleep and how well I function during the day. I like sleep. I really like sleep. When it's good, it's really good. I dream quite vividly. And sleep is one of the rare times where I feel safe to just be. I like the surrender that happens when I drift off to slumberland.
I sometimes can experience this state of bliss while meditating, but god, meditating is so much work. Or it feels like work. Is there a difference?
Have you ever noticed the odd sleep that happens from about 9-11 in the morning. You've usually woken up prior and it's likely your body is done sleeping for the night but you fall back asleep and somehow, your dreams are different. Like you're half awake and half asleep. I can't describe it very well, but if you've experienced it you'll know what I'm talking about.
I have no regrets about the amount of time I've spent sleeping in this life. If it weren't for sleep, I doubt I would be here to blog at all.