Lately I’ve been having trouble being able to sit down and get things done. My mind feels unclear. Three months ago I moved back to New York City. I love the energy here. People are always out doing things, and I love being a part of it. What I find unsettling is that I’m distracted by what others are doing and find any excuse not to have to think too hard. But the truth is, I feel better about myself when I can think more clearly.
Winter is here, and my thoughts are turning more introspective as I settle into my apartment. I don’t want to be unproductive while having to endure a gray, cold winter, so I need to find ways to use my mind and be productive.
I often refer back to cavemen when I try to ponder the human condition. If you’d been a cavewoman, you would have rarely gotten a solid six hours of sleep. The average primitive human life was only 20 years. During that time, you’d almost certainly have babies at your side–and your breast–plus everything was out to get you and your babies: weather, things that fall or roll, animals, even other humans. You would have slept with one eye open because at any moment you might have to get up, grab your kids and RUN! Continue Reading
A few years ago I changed doctors because my PCP wouldn’t prescribe me something for sleep. I’d gone in for a routine check-up and mentioned I wasn’t sleeping well. I felt exhausted, and as a result, was living my life strung out on caffeine and sugar while carpooling tweens and arguing with teenagers. My barely 30-something-mother-of-a-toddler GP proceeded to lecture me on the evils of poor nutrition and chemical support, suggesting I try a soothing bath and some quiet time, perhaps a cup of herbal tea before bed. She informed me she was morally opposed to sleeping pills because they’re highly addictive and tend to be used to mask greater problems than irregular sleep patterns. Continue Reading