Psych the mind

I have to psych my mind out that sleep is more important than craft. Though as the mind begs for just one more line of creativity. I submit.

Though the burst of energy demands the cup of coffee and shivers into my workspace, I still convince myself sleep is bliss.

Although it is a struggle, the slow inhales of aromatherapy sink in. This mellow experience says just be grateful 2 poems got out and the soul gets to heal.

As much as I want to bounce up and out of bed to paint or make jewelry I clearly have no real energy. It is the wave of hyped senses.

So clear is that means I am finally understanding the signs of my triggers. Deadweight are my upper arms and the legs never cease in their jumping.

Clearly today is a day of complete rest or exhaustion.  And I choose rest.

I love these little bursts.  Though I do not enjoy the dragging of one's spirit and soul for that seconds of hyped adrenaline boosts.

Yes but no thank you.

And now cooling eucalyptus is entertaining my sensory glands.  Slowly the eyes make spurts of closure only to jerk awake again. Clearly I am convincing myself sleep is way more important.

Indeed.

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