Today is the type of day in which getting out of bed is almost a crime. It's a rainy, dark, gloomy day, the type of day that lends itself to providing an excuse to do nothing. Naturally, I'm at work. I'm feeling very sluggish today; I haven't been sleeping well. I'm not even sure why. It's been going on for over two weeks now. I get to sleep just fine. I wake up....and then I'm awake.
This morning I woke up grinding my teeth. Usually, this is a sign that I'm stressed. The odd thing is that...I'm not, not really. I'm not sure what I would be stressed about. Granted, I haven't won the lottery recently, received a dream publishing deal or met the man of my dreams but there's nothing new about that. The problem with wondering if you're stressed is that you begin to stress about whether you're stressed and why you might be stressed which...makes you stressed. It's a vicious cycle.
But I'm not stressed and there's nothing on my mind that could be causing me not to sleep. I've even looked it up online to find out causes of waking up nightly and the diagnosis is overwhelmingly...stress. So....not so helpful.
However, being that it's Friday, I'm determined not to worry about it. I can sleep in tomorrow which is always a lovely treat. I might even change my sheets. I love fresh sheets; they make me feel so cosy and safe. It's the same thing as a good pair of socks. I love socks. I know, that's probably an odd thing to admit but I know for a fact I'm not the only one.
I recently bought new socks. They're coloured ones with flowers on them. I'd show you a picture of my lovely socks since I'm wearing them today but that would probably be a bit strange. However, I will say that whenever I wear a pair of these socks, I get a happy feeling because even though no one can see them, I know I'm wearing them and when I wiggle my toes in my shoes I can feel them snuggle my feet. When I was in college, I also had socks that I enjoyed. I would sit on my bed and look at my toes. Sometimes, I'd sing songs about them. At one point, I think I pretended my toes were singing back. That's fun, you should try it sometime. It makes life much more interesting if you imagine your toes singing to you.
Of course, were my toes truly to sing to me, they'd probably sing a rather angry song...something probably entitled "The Pain of Being Captain Monkeypants' toes". You see...I stub my toes. A lot. Usually at least once a week. I can't help it, things just get in the way of my feet and before I know it, I've slammed my toes into it. It's a singularly painful sensation. First, there's the slight shock of feeling that you've broken your entire foot. That wears off and you realize it's not your foot but your toes. Usually, the searing pain wears off after a fairly short while and is replaced by a feeling of extreme heat and throbbing and, in which, you feel like you can't even wear a sock no matter how much comfort that would normally give you. Usually, the throbbing subsides and eventually turns into a simple fear of putting weight on your foot. Contrary to how it might sound, it's a fairly quick cycle of extreme pain to simple fear.
Eventually, you can walk on your foot. Unless you do what I did last year which is stub your toe so badly it turns into a couple of months of limping. I had to go to the doctor for that one. I felt like a twit.
However, lately, I've been trying to be nice to my toes. Then, of course, it could be that I enjoy looking at my cute socks so much that I'm actually watching where I'm walking. This is not because I mean to look where I'm going, naturally. No, it's more of a side-benefit of liking to look at my socks so much.
You're probably wondering how I went from talking about sleep deprivation to talking about the Joy of Socks. My only defense is that...I'm sleep deprived. Sleep deprived people are allowed to talk about things like socks. Even if that's not true, I'm going to believe it is. Let's not even mention the fact that I told you all that I imagine my toes singing to me sometimes. They dance too but it's very easy to make your toes dance, it's not hidden talent. You should try it. It's quite fun.
I just wiggled my toes again in my shoes. It's amazing how much better life seems with the right pair of socks. Even though it's rainy and I'm tired, I know I will be able to make it through the day because I'm wearing my green socks with the flowers. Simple pleasures...
Happy Friday. Have a great weekend.
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