Cannoli sucks, too. No, not really. Cannoli doesn’t really suck. And I don’t necessarily suck for having eaten it. The timing was all off – that was the problem. I ate that tasty tiny three bite treat at 10pm, moments before going to bed. At 3am I woke up, soaked in sweat and with a mammoth headache. It was terrible. I couldn’t quiet my mind – it was all hopped up on sugar and racing to second guess the conversation with my ex-husband. I did my toe-tapping, I did my yoga stretching, I turned on the fan and prayed… all told it was at least an hour and a half that I laid there in a state of agitated un-sleeping.
I was worried I’d be completely behind the eight ball all day today, but the day went pretty well. I cranked out some good work in the morning, tore myself away for a nice lunch outside and met some friends for an hour or so before getting back to work. I’m really happy that I was able to shut off the part of my brain that wanted to berate me for taking a break midday with all the work I had to do. I’m grateful I’ve had enough practice at taking care of myself to know that the task-master voice is not really looking out for my best interest, and that the grace and joy of breaking up the workday and connecting with friends is where it’s at.
Had a nice dinner date, plus dessert, which I hope I got in early enough not to destroy my sleep tonight. The little sign said it was an eclair, but it wasn’t. It was a chocolate pudding filled donut. I tell you what, I’ll risk sleep for a quality eclair, but if I’m up at 3 am because of that sodden excuse for a confection I’ll be pissed.
Tags: break, canolli, dessert, dinner, eclair, friends, grace, insomnia, lunch, self care
