Kevin and I went away last weekend, which I promise to post about this week. It was quiet, lovely, and even more quiet. No one tested out a comedy routine based on burping, no one screamed at another person for looking at them, and no one complained of being hungry, thirsty or in urgent need of a bathroom, despite having just left the house three minutes before.
The best part was that I was able to push things out of my mind. It's hard to turn off the type-A personality stuff, but when I started to think about emails that needed to be sent, lists that needed to be made, or things I needed to do, I let it go until the weekend was over. I've taken mediation (and medication) and have tried so many times in the past to push things out of my mind, but I failed, until this weekend. It turns out, I can live in the moment, as long as that moment has a clear end time.
I fell asleep without tossing and turning or feeling like I should get up to work. It was amazing...until I tried to go to sleep last night. Back at home, on the precipice of a busy week, all of the stress came back. I couldn't sleep. I picked at my cuticles. I went back to a sleep deficit. Once again, I'm tired. It's like we never left.