Lately, I don't seem to be able to make myself go to bed until long after the sandman has put in his request for a good night's sleep. I've been possessed by a stubborn tenacity that keeps me awake, plugging away at my computer, reading, or simply staring into space... way beyond the point of exhaustion. And still, it's with great reluctance that I finally get into my pajamas and crawl into bed, but it's only the knowledge that I have to get up in the morning and go to work that allows me to force myself to do it.
What is it all about... this persistence in clinging to my waking hours? Maybe it's just the fact that I'm working for a living for the first time in over 5 years, and a lot of my time is no longer my own. So, I'm staking my claim on the hours that don't belong to anyone else but me... to use in whatever way I want to use them... even if that means doing absolutely nothing. Going to sleep now seems like throwing away a valuable resource... my free time.
And that seems weird to me, because until recently, I've always considered sleeping and dreaming to be among my most valuable activities. I don't know if the slowdown in my dreaming activity has anything to do with this. I think it may be something a bit deeper.
Because, not only do I see my free time as being limited, but I think I'm also beginning to see my time ... on this earth... as being limited. And, of course, it is. But I never used to think much about it. I guess having spent so many years with literally all of my time at my own disposal set the stage for my age to creep up on me without my noticing it. And now that the amount of free time that I have in each day has been so drastically cut... sometimes limited only to those hours that are past my "bedtime"... I'm really feeling the pressure of possibly not having enough time left in my life to accomplish all the things that I want to do this time around.
Now, I think I'm beginning to understand newborn babies who struggle so hard to stay awake long beyond the point of exhaustion. They don't have anything more pressing to do in their lives than eat, pee, and go to sleep whenever they want to. But they've only been here for such a short time that they're afraid they'll miss out on something if they fall asleep.
That's exactly how I feel. Like I'm going to miss out on my life if I go to sleep. And yet, sometimes, I just use those extra, sleepy hours to play computer solitaire. So, what, exactly it is that I'm hoping to take into the next world if I play just one more game.... I haven't got a clue. But still, I'm fighting off sleep. I'm doing it right now.
Have you ever experienced anything like this?



