Didn’t sleep well. Awoke at 3am. Still awake at 5. Drift back to sleep. Alarm sounds at 6, waking me in frustration. Get up to bring in the horses. I don’t see them. They are at the top of the pasture, so I hoof it up there. Water buckets soaking in pine sol in the barn. Clean out and refill. Horses in stalls, watered, and fed.
Maybe I’ll go back to sleep.
Return to house but notice garbage; the collectors are coming. Take trash to the curb. Fully awake now, no need to return to bed. Neti pot, read, journal, meditate. My day has begun.
I can’t seem to get caught up on rest. I’ve underestimated the toll of the heat, increased physical activity, ill father, poor eating, and transition from north to south into a new job. What of this can I control? Not much, but I can extend gentleness and understanding, open to support, and eat better. Beyond that, the transition must simply take its course.
No need to worry. No need to fret. This, too, shall pass.
