nothing a good sleep can't fix

last night i went to sleep struggling with a lot of things to do on my mind. not the work itself, the pile. things moving around, none of them becoming a decision. i was carrying all of it, awake, and it was going nowhere.

this morning i woke up and just decided to do it. no plan, no trick, no new energy. the same things, suddenly in an order, suddenly light enough to lift.

the list never shrank. the hands came back.

that's what a good sleep actually fixes. not the things. the one holding them. the problem that sat on me all night was never the problem, it was a tired version of me holding it. and the repair happens with the lights off, the one maintenance i never get to watch, because the one being repaired is the one who would be watching.

it is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep. psalm 127:2

nothing like a good sleep can fix it. it feels like a new life, like god gave me a new opportunity to do my stuff. thanks, sleep.

the reset is free and it always comes. i want to stop paying the day before for it.