It’s an age thing, at least for me. For some it’s not learning to keep a reserve in the tank. For others, it’s the residual lingering effects of a symptom or illness.
I don’t see how some exist! Always going and never slowing down.
My rest cycles average seven hours of pillow time. No more, and often less. Lost to the world, my mind processes memories and become the “stuff” dreams and nightmares are made of. The body rejuvenates the fuel tank that will be fully used tomorrow.
But I find I’m starting tired, wearing out faster, and needing extra rest periods throughout the day.
Aging is not for wimps.
Tonight, nearing midnight, I’m giving myself space to realize how much older I feel. That’s got to be okay with me. No problems. No worries. No fret. It’s a fact of life.
