I am one of those people who don’t have a regular sleep pattern. There are many nights when 4.am arrives and I am still wide awake.
I gave up as fruitless remaining in bed tossing and turning and getting mor and more frustrated. When I knew sleep was not going to happen I would get up and do something.
Years ago it was card making which kept me going during those hours thanks to a brilliant crafter and fantastic teacher Mary. It cemented my love of paper. This was in the day before tablets, iPhone and well before the ready availability of Wifi. Paper crafting allowed me to have something to show after a sleepless night. It allowed me the luxury of trying different ways to manipulate paper and card. I still remember spending a night making a bag using tea bag folding to decorate the outside of the bag. It was incredibly relaxing. Would I do it again I don’t honestly know!
My Christmas cards got made during those hours especially those special ones which required many hours to choose colours, paper, card fold before assembly. Deciding on a specific card to suit someone can take me hours. Night time was great for this process. There was no pressure as there is during the day, when I have the myriad of “to do” to be completed.
My journaling came into its own giving me the space and opportunity of clearing my mind. In the quiet of the night it was easy to allow the thoughts and ideas take flight. So what, that those ideas didn’t come to fruition? I had the time to allow them to float and then decide whether or not they were not for me. Some of the ideas were a bit barmy but they provided great amusement when re read on my five yearly clear out.
Recently a neighbour confided in me that she didn’t feel so alone when she could see lights on in my house. She realised that there was someone else who also wasn’t asleep. It surprised me that my inability to sleep was actually comforting someone else.
One just does not know how our actions can affect another human being.
Thank you for reading.