I should have known last Monday was going to be rough when I slept past my body clock.
Sleeping past the time I naturally wake up is the dumbest thing I can do in my day. No lie. All of these social media posts from people who go back to sleep when they wake up, take all of these naps, sleep twelve hours a day. I don’t know how they do it. I don’t know why they want to do it.
Sounds like depression to me.
If I roll over to get even an extra half hour, I will most likely start my day with a nightmare. Happens every time. Last Monday I had a dream about my beloved dog Mojo, and he was limping. Our family is still heartbroken over his death, and I woke up emotionally crushed.
All day, instead of being energized, I felt lethargic. My workout was subpar, my appetite off, and by that I mean I was craving things I usually didn’t, in quantities I didn’t need. I had brain fog, and sort of pouted around the house, cursing myself for my somnambulistic mistake.
I was cranky all day, and as I worked, I kept repeating to myself, “This was supposed to be my first winter in Scottsdale.” Soon enough I was feeling down in the dumps, cursing the Draconian measures of the pandemic and trying to figure out how to extricate myself from the emotional hole I had dug for myself.
Then I had a consultation appointment with my publisher, and those thirty minutes of talking intellectually with someone who thinks highly of me and my work was like an emotional shower.
It completely reset me. After bidding her goodbye, I discovered that my brain fog was gone, my lethargy dissipated, and my doldrums a thing of the past. All it took was one thirty-minute conversation with someone with the same mindset, goals and energy as myself.
So when we talk about resetting, of course it doesn’t have to be a 10k trekking vacation in Telluride. It can be something as simple as connecting with a positive, energetic member of the human race.
So off with you. This weekend, be sure to reset with someone you love. Or even someone you like a little.