Is snoozin’ losin’?

It occurs to me that there’s two things I am perpetually lacking in life. In no particular order:

Money
Time

I would imagine I’m not unique in this.

Can we ever really control this?

To some extent, we have control over our finances.  We know what our income is and can choose our expenditure – well, to a certain degree. Those of us with kids will know all about the money vortex that seems to widen as the kids age.  If we wanted to though, we could be strict. We could be misers. But, where’s the fun in that? You can’t take money with you when you shuffle off  so perhaps it’s futile to worry about it. As long as basic needs are met and some wants, we are fortunate.  However, I do have to admit that more money would be good.  I doubt many people will disagree with that.  I’ll still throw money away on lottery tickets because you never know…

Time.  We all have the same amount of time in a day but we don’t all make use of it in the same way.  I cram a lot into my time; family life, work, studying, exercise, general household chores and other miscellaneous tasks – there’s always something.  It looks impressive written down.  But….I could still do with more!  Working 8 hours a day (5 days a week) does not allow for much free time so short cuts have to be taken from time to time.  I often wonder how I would spend my time if I didn’t have to work for a living.  In all honesty, it’s probably the same as money – the more you have, the more you waste.  I resolve to make better use of my time but ironically, time management takes time.

I have been listening to Eric Thomas recently.  He calls himself the Hip Hop Preacher.  He advocates waking at 4 a.m to start your day, no matter how little sleep you have had.  He thinks people who are serious about success should sacrifice sleep in order to “grind” for longer.  I already do (to a certain extent), regularly only sleeping for around 6 hours which is 2 hours less than the recommended amount.  Less sleep does equal more time but does it automatically equal success?  Could someone really only sleep for 3 or 4 hours and be successful?  Success in this instance, appears to be defined as “rich”.

My Googling proved to be inconclusive.  Several similar articles list successful business figures who apparently function (to a high degree) on only 4 hours sleep but the sceptic in me wonders how this can be true.  Who really knows other than the person in question and their bed partner?  Donald Trump recently claimed that sometimes he only sleeps for an hour and a half.  Really?  Part of me thinks that is a big fat lie though it would allow plenty of time for him to compose nonsensical tweets.

There’s so many unanswered questions about this suggestion. I wonder how many strong cups of tea or coffee it takes to start a long day at 4 a.m.  Or, do any of these people take some other kind of stimulant?  Or, if these people don’t need any kind of stimulants, how do they sustain energy throughout the day?  How do they ensure that the short hours of sleep are high quality hours of sleep?  I’m exhausted just thinking about it.  I’m off to bed.  I have a busy day ahead.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wasps

I feel better when the wasps in my brain die off.

Thoughts can be so noisy sometimes.  Buzz, buzz, buzz goes the worry, worry, worry about silly, irrelevant, irrational things.

I’m thankful that these spells are few and far between for me but when they do hit, they are overwhelming and frankly, a little frightening.  Perhaps I’m not unique in this.  I can, after all, only experience my own thoughts.  My mind and moods are predominantly calm.  I do feel like I’m quite level-headed generally and I’m thankful for that but then that probably makes the contrast so stark when the nest is disturbed.  I can’t explain where it comes from so I guess the only thing I can do is see it off.

So how can I exterminate the thoughts that not only buzz but sting?  What is the mental version of neutralising a sting, like vinegar is to a physical one?

Stop.

Meditate.

Quieten the mind.

Gain clarity.

Ten minutes of meditation works wonders.  Today I can analyse myself without feeling the anxiety that accompanied the wasp chorus.  I realise that:

I feel better when I’m not trying to read people’s minds.  Their thoughts are none of my business. 

I feel better when I am not trying to analyse group text messages and look for some hidden meaning, some reason why I might have offended someone or wondering whether their comment is offensive.  I didn’t and no, it isn’t or wasn’t intended to be anyway.

Paranoia ain’t good.  Another point is, not everyone thinks the same way or communicates in the same way as me.  While a comment might look offensive to me, if the same thing had been said verbally rather than in writing, it would possibly seem innocent.  Different mediums give different meanings to words. 

I feel better when I don’t worry so much about how I appear to others.  Being able to look myself in the eye is more important.  Being able to hold my head high means more.

I feel better when I don’t expect everyone to like me.  They might do but I feel better not wondering about it!  I have a husband, son, daughter, mother, father, grandparents, aunties, nieces, nephews, cousins and friends who love me.  That means more, a hell of a lot more than fake friendships in real life or reality. AND WHAT DOES IT MATTER ANYWAY? 

I feel better when I am being kind to myself.   And why not?  I have to live with myself.

I feel better after writing this.