That birthday and a late night party
Last night it was hard to fall asleep. After the day off on Monday and having a doing-nothing sort of long weekend, all I wanted was a good night sleep. On my mind was the yoga class the next morning and a start to the work week.
But it was not easy. We hit the bed to toss and turn every few minutes. To singing of the birthday song and a late night party. Right next to the bedroom window, a group of friends was out in the open balcony having fun. Their voices were buzzing in my ears. The clinking glasses, the loud music and non-stop chatter. By that time, we had made our way into the next day. I kept checking my phone to calculate how many hours of sleep would I be able to get if I manage to get up for Yoga.
Efforts were going in vain. I counted down from ten many times. Then there was finding-the-right-posture way that also failed. Water came to rescue in between but then the trips to loo made it worse. I could also hear a bike zooming by somewhere far off however the noise around was still winning the challenge of dins.
As I thought of celebrating a birthday starting midnight and then a late night party, I thought of our twenty-something days. I have been there. Clinking glasses and singing songs. Playing dumb charades till the wee hours of the morning. There used to be no thoughts of deliverables the next day or workout sessions.
These are but different days of life. We kiss each other good night and then wake up the next morning with birthday or anniversary wishes in tow. Now singing songs in the middle of night sounds too much to handle. It takes a toll on the next day and the cranky self tells me to stop blogging the next night and hit the bed.
Life is but phases. From the ones that’s normal to the one that now sounds normal. Each past phase seems to have people who we have been. It’s hard to see ourselves in the next phase but looking back and comparing with how we were is far easier. It’s acceptance to the new normal and it is also the openness to get replaced by the generation that’s behind us.
The acceptance takes time but it finally lets me sleep to get to the yoga class and a fresh start to the work week.
Writing for Yeah Write #282 today.