Waking up after a night’s sleep can go a few ways for me. Either I got too much sleep and it zones me out in a strange, somewhat speedy way. I get too-little sleep and I’m only slowly comprehending surroundings. Or I get the right amount of sleep and my mood is hopeful. On a good morning I feel relaxed and ready to take on the day. (The times when my mind and body were in sync as I slept, gave me pleasant dreams and I actually remember them for inspiration during the morning.)
There is a certain feeling I have on the days I wake feeling hopeful. It’s a feeling I have associated with a moment from childhood. When I was all alone and wondered what to do with my time. I somehow want to connect to my child self and let him know that he doesn’t have to do anything but be himself and follow his bliss. I try to hold on to the hopeful feeling and cultivate it with writing and making art, but if I’m not careful, the slow drain of a day can turn a hopeful feeling into a hurtful feeling.
I can remember a “normal” time in my life, before circumstances and decisions brought me to many low points. Most days when I wake up I know I’m past all those things that once brought me down. It doesn’t mean they’re not still around. They appear in random mood swings and have a way of being more heavy at the end of the day. But like I said, I know they can’t hurt me if I don’t let them. That’s why its so important to always be Waking Up