Hi there! If you haven’t noticed, Anna’s blog is at a different web address. Obviously you did notice, because you’re here. It also has a new look. Looks nice, doesn’t it? Hopefully now that it looks pretty cool, she’ll share it with more people. Blogs are more fun when people read them. Just saying.
Another thing you might notice is that I’m not Anna. Wow. She asked me to write on her blog (don’t ask why; I don’t know either), so here I am. As you may already know, Anna’s creative epiphanies often come to her in the shower. I’m not so much into the shower-think scene. My inspiration usually comes very late at night, when I can’t fall asleep. If you want to know more about me, read the about section.
So for my first post, here’s something I wrote during a recent night of sleeplessness.
I can’t sleep. Again. Since all other methods of convincing my brain to shut down seem to have failed, I’ll try writing a bit. I know, writing involves thinking, which is usually not conducive to slumber. Nothing else seems to have worked, though, so it can’t hurt. My brain is different (read: a little messed up and a lot of weird), so maybe it’ll even help.
Now, since sleeplessness is the reason I’m writing, I may as well write about it. I’m just sort of going to write what comes to mind, so forgive me if this is nothing but mindless rambling. What is it about sleep, anyways? It seems everybody these days complains of a lack of it. And in a cruel twist of irony, get too much, and you’re tired again! Really? Of course, lack of sleep can also be wildly entertaining (especially when combined with excessive amounts of caffeine and a game of Apples to Apples), but those times are often painfully irrelevant to an insomniac such as myself. At this point I could tell many stories of late-night hilariousness, but that’s not really the point.
Back to the topic. The more I think about this insomnia business, the more I’m convinced it’s not such a bad deal. While those gifted with the ability to fall asleep as soon as their head hits the pillow seem to have things easy, they miss out on precious moments of consciousness. The insomniac is gifted with having that extra time of consciousness, which can be an extremely productive time if used wisely. I did the math here. Assume that a “normal” person averages five minutes to fall asleep, and I average 45 minutes. Over the course of a 75-year lifetime, I have been awake for 2 more years than he has. 2 years. That’s a long time. I could singlehandedly make a feature-length film in that time. Would it be good? Probably not. But that’s not the point! The point is that I have 2 extra years at my disposal.
Now, this line of thinking makes one critical assumption: reality is better than…whatever you call not-reality. If you disagree with me here, I suggest you get off of the drugs. That reminds me:
This is your brain:
This is your brain on drugs:
Any questions? Good. If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m easily distracted. Bear with me.
Where were we? Right. Sleeplessness. Consciousness. Got it. So I have two extra years of consciousness at my disposal. This does me absolutely no good if I don’t put the time to good use. The first activity that comes to mind is prayer. Two years spent on my knees before God’s throne is certainly not a waste of time. The next thing that comes to mind is creativity. I can spend that time writing songs, poetry, and more blog posts that will be read by a grand total of five people. Of course, I can also think of many less noble activities (pacing, prank calls, staring at the wall…), but I’m trying to be constructive here!
“But wait!”, you yell.
“Won’t you be tired?”
“Now why would you think that?”
“Because 2 extra years of awake also means 2 lost years of sleep!”
Right. Ignoring the fact that you just talked to a blog post (which talked back), you have a good point. Except you don’t. Psalm 127:2 says “It is vain for you to rise up early/ To sit up late/ To eat the bread of sorrows/ For so He gives His beloved sleep”. God knows exactly how much sleep I need, and will give it to me. Jesus also said in Matthew 11:28, “Come to me all you who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest”. If I am busy about my Father’s business, rest will come as it is needed.
I could even take this a bit further. Jesus said in Luke 9:58, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” He was speaking to the man who would be His disciple, but was not called. If we are not willing to lay all (hint: that includes our beauty sleep) behind to follow Him, we are not worthy to be called His disciple. The only sleep that we actually need is that which we are given by the grace of God. Indeed, a quick read through Proverbs reveals that too much sleep is actually much more harmful than too little.
“That’s great.” You say, “But I still can’t fall asleep!” (Again, we’ll ignore the physical impossibilities behind you having a conversation with a blog)
To which I respond, “It wasn’t supposed to help you fall asleep.”
“What?!” You exclaim, “What about all that ‘He gives His beloved sleep’ business?”
You just unknowingly hit the nail on the head. You see, He gives the sleep. Don’t try to go to sleep, that’s not our job. Our job is to use the time we’ve been given wisely. If you still want to fall asleep, here’s my life verse: “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving let your supplications be known to God. And the peace of God which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” So don’t be anxious, and spend the time in prayer. Rest will come. Seeing as it’s very late (my clock only has three numbers on it. Ha.), I don’t know how well this turned out. Maybe it makes sense to someone. If you can track my mindless rambling, I’m glad. If you can’t I’m sorry. Now I leave to get sleep myself. Good night!
Well, there it is. That was my first blog in the history of the universe. It was fun! And to keep things consistent with Anna’s style, I’ll leave you with a life tip: Don’t put sharp objects to the side of your bed. When you wake up in the middle of the night, they WILL attack you. Every time.