I am starting to understand why so many people have leaned on coffee in order to wake up and get out of bed in the mornings. I’ve always tried to do it by getting enough sleep. But quantity does not equal quality, as far as sleep is concerned. So if I’m not going to use coffee or tea, nor any sort of stimulant, then I need to get a higher quality of restful sleep at night so that I don’t wake up feeling cloudy headed, or miserable. No pressure. Just sleep better. Right? Ha ha. Not so easy when you think about it. But I digress. No sleep studies or months of research going on here today. Just know that what coffee & tea do to my insides is enough to swear off either for a life time of groggy mornings. Could my poor sleep be from my mattress, air quality, temperature of the room, my intestinal issues, external stressors, general health, my weight (think BMI). It really could be a whole host of things. Or compiling results from multiple factors. Is it from the food I eat? Is it due to when I eat. Is it because I suffer from malabsorption, among other things. Is my age a factor? So many facets to reflect upon. But every now and again I have such an amazing nights sleep, and there is no discernible difference in the days events, meals, or lead up to it that I can use to recreate that great nights sleep moving forward. Frustrating to say the least.
Doesn’t mean I can’t still hate getting up with an alarm. And I’m not even up all that early either. My 5:35am days are over, as far as I am concerned. I’ve acclimated to 7:00 am, and that feels early to me now. Though I will say this, I don’t experience the 2pm crash quite like I used too. But then I would also nap twice a day on my 2 hour long commute each way via train. So there is that to consider.
It is now Wednesday. Halfway through week two of being back to school. Starts to move quickly once you factor in all the extracurriculars, work, holidays, events, and such. Fair time, thanksgiving, Halloween, then the massive build up to Christmas with a couple of birthdays thrown in every which way along that time line, and POW! It will be 2024 before you even know it. Amazing how time flies. Add in some unfolding health issues from great grandma, and an unwell uncle at the farm, and time will begin to race past us.
I think we are planning on finishing up the Strawberry patch this morning. So another week of sore ham strings, and a nagging lower back to look forward to. The berries will look pretty good afterwards though. Take care out there. Ciao Bella!
