Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
I’d given up on the 40 winks illusion around the time of my 10th birthday. Which technically means I’ve been sleep deprived for 36 years.
No wonder I’ve made the odd mistake. Like that first ex-husband. I clearly didn’t know what I was agreeing too. I was a beautiful bride, however.
It is estimated that 35% of Americans suffer from chronic insomnia. I wonder what the statistics for South Africa will be?
My gorgeous sister lives in Florida in the USA and besides the heat, she is not suffering from lack of sleep. She has air conditioning!
Back home in suburbia in South Africa, you may just get comfy, roughly throw your leg over your partner, let out a big sigh (the same one you make when you take your bra off at the end of the day) and bam the thought hits you… “Did I lock the back door?”
You will reason with yourself… but in the end, you will get up and go check. Yes, it is locked. Immediately you remind yourself that you have joined #ImStaying and you honestly should be more positive!
Back in bed, your mind is wondering. That child is going to fail math. The child gets it from me. Actually, my father was mos dyslexic. Must ask Mammie about that.
It is general knowledge that sleep is good for you. Although no amount of sleep, beauty or not, has ever resulted in me waking up looking like Sophia Loren, so beauty sleep for me, is right up there with a rhinoceros being a fat unicorn.
Proper sleep is good for your physical and mental health. It gives you clarity and all kinds of goodie bag items I’ve never unpacked. Being nocturnal and all. I’m always scratching the surface.
If you don’t sleep the required 6 to 8 hours (like the glasses of water you are supposed to consume) for adults you will constantly be getting out of the wrong side of the bed. Even if your bed is next to the wall.
Even I, being famous online and everything since birth (my Mammie says I’m destined… just not sure for what precisely) have tried to be proper and sleep. That is how I found out about the Sophia Loren thing.
I’ve taken over the counter meds, drank a warm drink, rubbed the Lavender suggested by well-meaning Karen’s who staged interventions (interfering!) It is a no from me. Never quite sure what to do with the Lavender anyway.
There is only one thing that seduces me to sleep. The thought of my bed! The way it loves me!
My bed does not speak ill truths, it cherishes my secret thoughts, my silent prayers for that child that must pass math, my worries, my dreams, my nightmares, my joys, my smiles in thoughts lost in the night. All my curves and all my edges…
Fall in love with your bed!
I wish you enough,