Yesterday I awoke very early due to the fact I had another attack of insomnia in the middle of the night and never really fell back into a deep sleep or the stage REM as the experts call it. I've always thought REM was a comical way of describing the mode of deep sleep due to the fact REM stands for rapid eye movement.
Well, when I'm suffering with insomnia, I have oodles of rapid eye movement, it's just that my eyes are flung slap open, and appear to be the size of saucers and my mind is racing like the Indianapolis Speedway. Enough about REM--that is not the point of this writer's blog.
Like I was saying, it was early, my thoughts were leaning towards reflecting upon some issues that have recently come into play within my life. Some conflicts are more pressing than others, that's a given in any person's life, but the more pressing the problem appears to be right now, the more I feel panicked, overwhelmed, and unequipped to handle the problem at hand. Which brings me to a thought I had "as unrealistic and downright silly as it may sound.
I thought to myself, "Oh, to be Cinderella with her Fairy Godmother for just one day..." How I'd love to yank that wand right out of that Fairy's hand and run like the wind all the way home. (Of course, I'd plan in advance to promptly return it the following day). Once home, I'd eagerly wave the wand back and forth and wave "bye bye" to all my unresolved issues, kick back, and take a few deep breaths in and out, and for just one day, experience a reprieve from it all, and get some bona fide REM.
