It’s a snow day in NYC. Awake earlier than usuaI, I decide it’s a good morning to try listening meditation while laying in bed. Unfortunately I keep falling back asleep. But I do notice this: the usual traffic noises are not just muffled but non-existent. The whole city seems to be still sleeping.
And that seems to be the theme of the week. Yesterday I fell into a fast, deep sleep after a 10 minute sit.
I don’t seem to have much energy this morning despite a good 8+ hours. And despite the shining sun, all I want to do is crawl back into bed.
Instead I spend the day on the couch, on and off the computer trying my best to be productive.
Seems the sleepiness was a sign. A sign I might have noticed if I’d been more mindful!
Earlier in the month I couldn’t seem to get out of bed. And a week into it, I was down for the count. Not quite the flu. But not just a cold either. This week’s sleepiness turned into a sore throat, and now, laryngitis.
What I am noticing though? I am extremely uncomfortable with the discomfort of feeling sick. I never realized before how much I fight it. And not so much with over the counter meds. But just simple psychological misery. I don’t want to be sick. But here I am. This is what is.
And perhaps the next time I’m feeling unusually sleepy for no apparent reason, I’ll remember it’s a sign and stay in bed instead instead of trying so hard to fight it.