I went to bed last night filled with such good intentions for today. I would accomplish SO MUCH and check off SO MANY items on the seemingly ever-growing list of items that need checking off this month. I would be happy because I caught up on household chores and holiday preparations and by the end of tonight I would be exhausted but thoroughly and deservedly pleased with myself.

None of that happened.

panfried fishInstead of sleeping last night I spent the hours of darkness turning from side to side to side like a fish being pan-fried in hot cocoanut oil.

I could not quiet my mind. It was filled with thoughts of the chores I need to do and the obligations I have to fulfill; it showcased the faces of people I care about who are still alive and the faces of people I’ve lost, sometimes all jumbled together in ways that made no sense to me; it ran mini-movies of scenes from my life – on a continuous loop – like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day reliving the same day over and over and over again until he thought he would go insane. groundhog day

It would not let me rest, would not allow me the peace of drifting into a black void for a few hours to renew my strength and heal my body and settle my thoughts.

Finally, at an undetermined time well after 5 or 6 A.M., I slipped into a restless sleep and dozed off and on for a few hours.

I got up this morning, still tired and not at all ready to face the day head-on or sideways or any other way people face their days.

insomniaI am on a first-name basis with insomnia, one of my many nemeses, but for the last while I have mostly had the upper hand against it. So what brought it back, swinging at me, fierce and furious, this month?

Is it the fact that it’s December – a month of early darkness and low sun levels, the month when the year with all of its promises and hopes ends, the month that marks the anniversary of my husband’s death and makes me prone to melancholy?

I don’t know. I know I can’t be the only person who becomes like this in December. I know I’m fortunate to have family and friends who love me, to have a roof over my head and food in my belly and warm clothing to wear in the cold, to know I can pay my bills and even help others out a bit when needed. I know I can’t change what has happened in the past, I can’t predict the future, can’t control who does or doesn’t want to be part of my life, can’t do anything except try to live mindfully in the present and stay open to possibilities. And most of the time I’m able to remember all of these things.

But apparently, at night, when I’m alone in the dark, my brain sometimes forgets.

It forgets and it drags me around and around the Mulberry Bush, forces memulberry bush to hold hands with my guilt and regrets, makes me dance the dance of a woman who doesn’t recognize where she is, where she is headed or how she’ll know when or if she ever arrives.

Please understand that I’m not writing this post to garner sympathy. I’m writing it because I made a promise that I would write honestly about myself and my feelings – from the heart – no matter what subject I tackled. Writing helps me clarify my thoughts and make sense of things that seemed to defy sense, and if my posts resonate with someone reading them then that’s all-the-better as it means I’ve touched another traveler on the road.

But now I should stop writing and try to at least wrap a few gifts or practice a few songs tonight. And although I’m certainly in no hurry to go to bed, I know that tomorrow is yet another day and will bring with it another opportunity to embrace and be grateful for all that my overall good life has for me.

Thanks for stopping by and reading, and remember – don’t be a stranger.

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6 thoughts on “The ‘Groundhog Days’ of December

  1. I wonder if you slept better after writing this? I’ve read somewhere that if your mind is racing to write your thoughts down. It gets them out of your head without avoiding them. Have you tried a journal or notepad next to your bed? Making lists sometimes helps me. I also turn on the tv to quiet my mind sometimes.

  2. I sometimes have nights like that when my thoughts just go round and round and round. No matter how tired I am, sleep won’t come. Fortunately, they are few and far between, although I have many nights that I am awake for an hour or two in the middle of the night. I get up and read – and eat – and read some more, until I think I may be able to go to bed and sleep. I hope tonight is better for you.

    1. Thanks, Barb – I did have a better sleep last night so am hoping I’m getting back on track again. I always do find December difficult since Gary died and I’m sure that’s a big part of my trouble right now – the anniversary of his death fills me with so many memories and thoughts that keep swirling around my brain. Thanks for your comment, and hope you and Al and family have a Merry Christmas.
      By the way – we’re playing at the Drew on Friday and it would be great to have you and Margie there to add your voices to the Christmas songs we’re doing!

  3. Sylvia,
    I am right there with you. Did not sleep a wink night before last and had to babysit the next day. I have a hard time in December and January, but I hit my upswing in February, knowing that spring is weeks away. It is so hard to shut that brain down, isn’t it? I wish you a pleasant slumber and a happy holiday.

    1. Thanks so much, Linda. I’m sure we’ll both be okay as the winter progresses and finally turns into spring again. Hope you and yours enjoy a peaceful and happy holiday season, too!

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