There are many cliches that can be rattled out here … red wine, aged cheese, single malt whisky (not that I’ve ever tasted that last one). But there are also other wonderful things which improve as they develop over time – like common sense, friendships and gardens. With all the good that comes with age and maturity, there are unfortunately a few things we perhaps get a little worse at.
One area in which I used to show a special aptitude, but which now seems to have escaped me, is in the land of sleep. I’ve never been a morning person, so for as long as I can remember I’ve been waging a daily battle with my alarm clock … a struggle which it inevitably wins (at least on week days). However when I did slumber, I was always able to sleep long and deep, drifting far away to a place of dreams and new discoveries. Recently though I’ve found that a satisfying rest only ever reluctantly comes my way, and when I do eventually float away I seem to be travelling far too lightly for my intended journey. Sleep now seems a far patchier and shallower affair.
It’s somewhat ironic that at a time in my life when quality sleep would be appreciated more than ever, it seems that much harder to find. I think Charlotte Brontë may have said it best with her reflections on sleep, ‘a ruffled mind makes a restless pillow‘. Isn’t that just so true? I think feeling ‘ruffled’ is a perfect description (and so much nicer than simply saying I’m feeling ‘all over the place’).
As you all know I’ve been dwelling on many things of late, but I do hope my mind starts addressing these matters during the daylight hours, so that the nights can be left to me once more. How about you … are you a better snoozer now versus then? Or perhaps you can tell me whether single malt whisky is something worth experiencing?