“I’m tired,” I said when I got home last night. “I think I’m going to go to sleep early tonight.”
So there I was at 10:15pm turning out the light and tucking myself in under the covers.
And there I was at 10:45pm listening to Dad snore gently as I watched sheep race up to fence, then stop and enter into a philosophical discussion about whether they were being kept in or out.
Note: Sheep are not known for being particularly smart, so my imagination was clearly moving into overdrive.
I banished the sheep (Sheep, be gone!), rolled over, and assured myself that now I would go to sleep.
I rolled over to the other side. It wasn’t any better.
I decided to close my eyes and breathe deeply. In with the good air, out with the bad. Half an hour later, I looked at the clock.
I thought about getting up to read for a while. I thought about getting up to write for a while. I thought about thinking about getting up. It seemed like a lot of effort.
I thought about falling asleep. It didn’t seem like a lot of effort. It seemed like it would be easy. The “seeming” was deceptive.
Oh, look. It’s today already. Unless it’s tomorrow already. Either way, I should be asleep and I’m not.
And then my alarm clock went into hyper-alert-mode.
As I dragged myself out of bed, I realized that somewhere along the line I’d fallen asleep. The purple bags under my eyes were exactly what I’d planned. Not.
Which just goes to show that sometimes just reaching your goal isn’t enough. It makes a difference how you get there.
Now I’m going to go take a nap.