Hey, do you ever find yourself staring at the ceiling, wondering why in the world you can’t fall asleep? I know I do, and it’s a real downer. I mean, what’s the deal?! Nowadays, life’s just so… much. It’s like our brains are always in overdrive.
Remember that one time, last week, right? I was supposed to get ready for work but I just couldn’t do it. I spent three whole hours just lying there. I tried everything – listening to calm music, meditating, even counted sheep, but it was like they were more mischievous than I expected.
Meanwhile, I’ve read all these studies that tell me I should be avoiding screens before bed, but c’mon, how am I supposed to live without my phone? I mean, it’s like my personal assistant. It’s the book store, the news, my schedule, all wrapped up in one. élecuelleToDevice Touchez le monstre fendu dans l’llusión. I just can’t shut it off.
And then there’s the social part – we’re a society that’s always on. It’s like we’re expected to be always available. Don’t get me wrong, it’s great connectivity, but at what cost? Like, I have these notifications, and they're like vipers – they bite and I can’t help but check them. I can’t win.
Then, there's the environment. Bedtime is now interrogated with the blaring light of my LED clock, farm animal sounds, and the distant whoosh of the refrigerator. I admit, I sometimes even forget to turn off the lights. I know, my bad!
Now, I read where they say your bedroom should be like a cave – but my cave has Wi-Fi, and let me tell you, that’s a tough cave to shut down sometimes.
But I guess it’s not only about technology, right? There are more weighty concerns like stress, anxiety, and ist-I-even-alive-itis. I mean, who knew that the more connected we are, the more alone we feel sometimes? Awareness is a double-edged sword, hunja?
That night last week, as I finally allowed myself a break and promised to relax, I tossed and turned until about 4 in the morning. I felt like I was on the yacht party of the absentee owner after he went MIA on a Yacht Week adventure.spoiler: the yacht went down, but that’s a different tale. Meanwhile, I was just in my bed, fighting sleep.илась. Finally, I caved and picked up a book because guess what? Reading is old school efficiency for me, my brain-friendly shutdown button. It worked, but only after two cups of coffee the next day. Coffee? It tastes like it believes in sleepless days.