Second Wind Lullaby

I am in that awful mode struggling between a deep short sleep or staying awake and risk acquiring a second wind that will gust me into dawn.

Ah, the joys of shift work.

And this is only my second weekend of it. I worked till 1:30 last night, got to bed about 2-ish, and woke up at 8:30 so I could acclimate my sleeping patterns back to human. It’s not really working. I have plenty of time on my hands right now. Plenty to read, plenty to write, plenty to draw and yet I fear any concentrated activity (especially the reading) will plunge me into a temporary unconsciousness. The visit to the Land of Nod will be short, maybe 45 minutes max and then my eyes will pop wide open.

Trouble is my muses don’t do nights. For whatever reason, they close up shop when the sun dips down. I’m not a fan of TV since it eats my brain cells. Reading is the sole activity I can indulge in. It offers some salvation.

It is balance that I seek; a tenuous peace between working the bread-and-butter job while writing a novel, painting a triptych, gourding a gourd. Typing this blog smoothes out my rougher edges. I just didn’t want to turn it into a forum to mope. I wanted to uplift, inspire, make you all laugh.

Sigh.

Instead, I’m taking you on a trip to whine country. And it ain’t in Sonoma either. Barely two weeks into a new year and a new blog and I’m dumping on you girls. I always end up complaining about work. Sure it provides, but it kicks my ass and makes it harder to do the writing, drawing, reading, etc. that I want to do.

Of course, no one else out there has ever complained about work, right?

When my biorhythms are interrupted, I get testy. There is no one else to blame but myself. Time is mine for now and I don’t want to stay in the lines. I scribble all over the page. I spent the afternoon losing brain cells, watching hours of testosterone laced football. I’m considering the Simpson’s 20th Anniversary special now. 

Sigh again. I haven’t watched ‘The Simpson’s’ for years. That brain cell thingy…

But the most important thingy I have learned is to be okay wherever you are no matter what. Every-thing is a temporary thingy. I’m in the moment for a reason, right? In more crass terms, I need to deal with it.

I’ll deal with it. I just won’t go down quietly.
That being said…good night everybody.