Last night I took a melatonin pill and combined it with my weighted blanket. My sleep was superb until my partner woke me up at 5:00AM to drop him off at the airport (for his upcoming work travel). I dropped him off, lost my parking slot, and dozed off until 10:00AM. Alas… I am here. I am testing out melatonin because I travel frequently for work. I spend restless nights in the hotel because of jetlag. I am hoping melatonin may be a possible fix to this issue. My weighted blanket is too heavy to take with me for flights and travels, so it is easiest to find a long term solution for a short term problem. I am approximately two months into my weighted blanket now and I have seen such amazing effects (previous post here).
All of that is to say that I am a bit groggy, and happy, today while writing this blog post. I usually write my post every Thursday but this week I worked forty hours in preparation for a training I will be leading at work on Monday. I hated the full time scheduling and really do not look forward to moving back to forty hour work cycles.
I had a million things rushing through my head on what I wanted to reflect on .. but as I am typing I am finding that I am at a loss for words. Today is the women’s march. I have a lot of feelings around this but I think I will give myself more time to reflect and process my mixed emotions around marches.
My high school reunion will be happening this year and I am debating on whether I should attend or not. I think I would enjoy seeing where all the jocks, geeks, artists and regular kids ended up. At the same time I am nervous at what that would mean for me. High school reunions are so ‘odd’. I did not care very much for high school and truly did not care about going back … yet here I am pondering on whether I should attend or not. I’m not sure why I’m thinking about it now but I do wonder where all the girls who gossiped relentlessly ended up. I’ve changed a lot since high school and I wonder how others have grown into mature quarter century adults. Is that even a reality?
Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living: simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid; each cycle of the wave is valid; each cycle of a relationship is valid. – Anne Lindbergh