As some of you know, I sometimes have sleep issues. Or shall I say, lack of sleep issues.
I’ve tried it all- and sometimes things do work. It’s not like I’m sleep deprived EVERY night. I’ve tried hot baths, turning off the TV and computer before bed, reading, a lavender scented air freshener, bed linen spray, drinking milk, working out extremely hard, cutting back workouts, getting massages- and the list goes on. Sometimes I’ll go a few weeks and sleep really well, but then I’ll have a few nights when I don’t sleep as well. Sleeping well was probably the only upside to being sick- because for two weeks, I got *awesome* sleep.
Being sleep deprived isn’t always a bad thing. My apartment is pretty clean, because there’s nothing on TV at midnight when I’m awake. I’m addicted to several Facebook games, most of which I play late at night. I also spend some time talking to Clay online because he works at night and is on the computer then. If anything’s on my mind, I usually type it out in a Microsoft Word document I have saved on my computer- it’s sort of like a brain dump.
But lately, I’ve been thinking that I waste a ton of time on the computer late at night, and if I’m going to be up writing, I may as well be writing something worth reading (since my writing as a dorkumentation extraordinaire probably isn’t worth reading). That brings me to Goal #12: Write Letters to my Future Children.
So you’re probably wondering why I’m doing this now. I’m *not* pregnant. I’m not planning on having children anytime soon (not that everyone who has kids was planning…). But, even at 24, I have a LOT of things I want to say. I know I’m young and still have a lot of growing up to do, but I have learned a lot in 24 years, and I want to share that with someone (However, you readers, as wonderful as you are, are not my future children- so I probably *won’t* be sharing any letters on here).
Sure, I could wait until I actually get pregnant (or adopt), but I won’t be 24 years old, young, and stupid then. I’ll have different things I want to say, and writing is a snapshot in time.
I kept a journal through high school, then college, then my first two years out of college. From the time I was 14 to 23, my writing style changed a lot, just like the topics I wrote about. In high school, the entries were about being in high school band, September 11, getting ready for graduation, working at my part-time grocery store job, learning to drive, etc.
In college, I can look back on the guys I dated, the organizations I was in, my ‘major’ dilemma, starting to run, trips with friends, and my pre-graduation anxiety. Then, there are my post-college journal entries about moving into my apartment, starting my first ‘real’ job, hating my first real job, debating graduate school, getting my current job, and going on my first cruise.
Now, there’s this blog- which is all the “me” writing I do now. Everyone has a story to tell; It’s me- growing up! There are stories- stories happening to me NOW- that I want to tell my kids, and stories evolve as we get older, grow personally, and go through the seasons of life. So- I figured why not start now?
And of course- kids are notorious for keeping people up at night- so since I’m already up at night, I may as well go ahead and do it for them :). They’re worth it.