Sometimes My Brain Is a Jerk

And when I say “a jerk,” I mean a complete and total jerk!

I try to practice good sleep hygiene. I have a bedtime routine, right around the same time every night: reading, bed of nails, lighthearted content only. For the most part, this has been working well for me. When I was growing up, my Mom used to tell me that our dreams are the brain’s way of problem-solving the unresolved issues of the day.

Quite often, I have bizarre dreams that don’t seem to connect to anything. But my brain pulled a doozy on me. I dreamed about Hawaii, and swimming in the ocean with my kids and partner. We (along with everyone else) saw a sinking cruise ship with people dropping the children and vulnerable off the ship first, before jumping ship themselves. So an entire group of us swam out to help. We managed to get tiny babies and toddlers and small children into zodiacs – no idea where those came from, Bravo from Seal Team must have joined us – and even helped the vulnerable adults. For some strange reason, one of the vulnerable adults was George Costanza from Seinfeld, but I digress.

After everyone was dried off and fed and checked out by paramedics, every last one of them went and got back ON THE SINKING SHIP!

Gee, brain, thanks for making sure I had an exercise in frustration while I was trying to rest. It was so helpful.

Heavy sarcasm there, of course. Despite the fact that some days feel like an uphill battle, my silver lining today is going to be the fact that I am not trying to go through my day with George Costanza riding piggy back.

There’s always a silver lining, somewhere. 🙂

Blessings to you all. Thank you for reading my non-poetic rant!