I can’t recall when was the last time I enjoyed a restorative sleep. A solid 8 hours of sleep? Hardly never.
Guess it’s the way my body is wired. Sleep is something I crave for (during the day) but never attainable (at night).
Reading through my past entries in Day One, it struck me on this day 7 years ago, I was also experiencing insomnia. If there’s anything consistent about my life, it’s the recurring account of sleepless nights.
Not the greatest start to the year, but not the worst beginning either. Sleep-deprived I may be, but life goes on.
And a (very) belated new year from me to you.