The most profound thing I did for myself today: hung up a set of thermal, light-blocking curtains over the window that my bed is situated in front of.
The window comes with blinds installed, but it is still not the same as having a set of beefy drapes to set the mood. I’ve been in this apartment for a month now (a month!), and preferentially I take my sleep lighting like I take my coffee: totally black / properly filtered.
Co-workers & friends have been asking what plans I have for the 3-day weekend ahead, but mostly? I’m grateful to have time to myself to test out the opaqueness of these bad boys with a heaping dose of s l e e p i n g i n.
Aside from embracing some much-needed rest, it’s been over two months since I’ve been to Brooklyn to see music…the city she calls me, but the below-zero forecast, she thwarts me. I still marvel at just how OK I am with doing absolutely nothing with my weekends these days.
Easy Does It // One Day at a Time: good for your health. I like that I don’t need a full social calendar to feel personally & internally validated. Wasn’t always like that, though. And of course the kicker in those days was that while validation through socialization is what I thought I was seeking, the reality was much more rooted in alcohol use & consumption.
I liked the pretext of being social, so that I could unassumingly satiate the monkey on my back with banana daiquiris while making a show of participating in the culture of everyone else. Can you teach an old chimp new tricks? Maybe, but in my case it was best to open the cage and let him scamper back into the wild, away from my attempt on civilized decency & appropriate behavior. Drunk monkeys are the worst public cohorts, man. That I’m speaking in monkey metaphors probably means it’s high time to stop posting & turn in for some shut-eye, so all I will say here is that I’m grateful I’m no longer caged in that alcoholic zoo, and am free to roam about as I like without some handler dictating my every move.