That’s it. I’ve decided to stop worrying about my sleep. It’s not like it does any good. I’m not going to read any more books or articles about how lack of sleep is killing us. I’m not going to stress myself out over this.
I’m Wonder Woman. Well, a kind of wonder woman. I don’t need all that sleep nonsense. I can function perfectly well. I’m going to embrace my insomnia. Instead of lying in bed resenting the fact that everybody else is sleeping, I’m going to nourish myself in other ways. I’m going to appreciate the quiet, early hours when I have the house to myself – just me, and the birds, and the early morning light. Right now, the house is perfectly still, I’m drinking tea and eating toast and marmalade, and I’m sharing this with you. What’s bad about that?
I’m going to be one of those amazing women who has already done something beautiful before breakfast, even if something beautiful just means reading a great book (or even a slightly trashy one – it’s my time, after all).
Wish me luck. I’m re-framing this insomnia as a gift.
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