There are a few realities that I have embraced in my life. One of which is that I am no good in the winter. I am simply too defeated. If that isn’t super clear then imagine being more tired than you ever thought possible and you hate everything. It took me many years to figure out that my periodic depression and neuroses were symptomatic of seasonal affective disorder.
The other reality is that when I have few things to do, I make sure I pack all of my free time with more things to do. This mania comes from being a workaholic, I suppose. In other words, if I could use the time that I normally sleep for other causes, I would fill those times with hobby after hobby, which is what I do now. Eventually, I get too busy and have a mini-meltdown, and then exorcise some of my business from my schedule. This is a recurring event in my life, like some great spinning water wheel in which I set myself rolling in terrific circles and submerging in water nearly drowning only to come out gasping for air on the other side. Over and over again.
In the end, sleep takes up that time thankfully, and I only have to stress about the real stuff. Which I guess is some cause for celebration.
