Sleep is a tired word. It is a not-awake word. It’s a word that makes me think of being groggy and sluggish. A word that speaks of comfort for a worn-out body. It speaks of eight hours of virtual nothingness. Non-awareness. Unconscious.
One of the problems with sleep is that it can get too comfortable. I get annoyed with myself when I lie in bed too long in the morning. I get the feeling that I am missing something the early morning has to offer. Sometimes I feel that I am wasting away morning pleasures in a lethargic state—a state somewhere between alertly awake and total unconsciousness.
This kind of sleepiness seems to affect even my waking hours. Sometimes I go through the day as if in a lethargy. Not fully awake to what is present. I get comfortable with routines. I sluggishly walk through the day doing my normal activities without much thought, or seeing, or hearing. I am a daytime sleep-walker. I miss what the day has to offer and waste the pleasures of it in lethargy.
Here is my reflective question for the day: “What keeps me sleep walking and lethargic to the pleasurable offerings of the day?”