Little Alexx Blog

I am not originally a night owl. The past few years of late night paper writing, work, Netflix (no shame there), and the actual ability to go out with friends to do things has caused me to shake up my circadian rhythm.

As I drove home late from work last night, I cruised through the streets of my quiet small town. I just got my car back, after being in the shop for three weeks due to my unfortunate talent of getting in car accidents (all good, The Devil’s Mistress, my red car, was a bit busted up though). Last night, I was feeling good and relaxed, playing some soft indie music through my AUX cord, with the windows down. The muscles in my body seems to be wound up as tight as a music box, right before the ballerina went spinning. The music and the street lights, one after another calmed me.

During the day, one could be stuck in traffic, zigging in and out of the long line of tourists who never seem to know where they are going. The days are hectic but the nights are peaceful, as I drove on the roads full of buildings flashing neon lights that never seemed to burn out and die. I live in small town great for raising a family and to retire to. However, once I turned 18, I realized there was nothing to do here. On the weekends, kids aimlessly rome the streets in secret, go to Walmart because there was nothing else open after 10 pm, or go to the lake for a late swim under the moonlight if they were feeling adventurous. I live in a place where no one locks their doors at night, people leave food out for ‘neighborhood cats’, and playing outside till dark is a reality. Driving through my town last night, tired as hell from my shift at work, I realized how important the night truly is. For some, night has a very ominous bite to it. Traditionally, darkness is characterized with fear and panic. As I drove past this one little motel which always seems to have the police called to it during the day, the lights were shut out in the individual rooms. I prayed that the occupants in it were asleep. Sleep is such a magical thing to me. Yes, we all breathe, we all eat, we cry…. Yet, we all sleep differently. Some sleep and dream. Some sleep and feel nothing, some sleep for a few hours while some sleep all day. I personally sleep talk. I’ll have a full conversation with someone and remember nothing of it the next morning. My roommate gets a kick out of it. We all sleep. And then we wake up.

When I get tired, I have absolutely no control over my body. I will just fall asleep anywhere at anytime. My eyes get so heavy that it hurts to keep them open. My body will physically shut down if I fight it. When one is sick or hungover, the best medicine is to sleep. Your body knows how to fight, it just first needs some time to gather it’s forces.

 

We live in a society that doesn’t appreciate sleep. It goes against every grain of the American dream, working to make a better life. Well, if one wants the best life possible, one must work work work, right? Wrong. Scratch the American dream. Why the American dream? Why not an individual dream? Sure. Work as hard as possible, but there are limits. trust me when I say this, I am constantly doing things. When I can’t possible handle anymore work, my body seems to pulls me aside and says, Alexandra, you better rest soon or else we are going to make you rest. I am usually forced by said cells in my body. Don’t be like Alexandra. Make time for yourself. It helps everyone and everything around you. We don’t believe in sleeping. Sure, we all enjoy lounging around watching movies, but that’s not the rest we need. The darkness of the night do not have to be associated with fear. It can bring peace, drowning one in the absolution that in darkness there is restoration. Just sleep on it. When you wake up, the sun will shine and you can begin again.

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Today’s Mantra: 

 “I release control. I AM  in the flow.”

Rest your mind, body, and soul. Love.

blessings, a