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Monday September 18th beauty sleep journal

Good morning. How are you today? It’s Monday morning. I woke up around 8:30 this morning. I think I fell asleep at around midnight. So it seems like I must have gotten at least 8 hours of sleep last night. But I feel like I hardly slept. I do not feel refreshed and revitalized in the least. And I don’t think I got much back sleep last night. I found myself on my stomach with my face pressed out of shape a few times when I woke up during the night. So it is very interesting to compare how I woke up feeling this morning to how I’ve felt when I woke up after getting a decent percent of back sleep during the night. Not that I have at any point awoken feeling the way I hope to soon start to wake up feeling in the mornings once I conquer my sleep problems and start reaping the benefits of sleep. But there is definitely something to the back sleep thing I think. For now at least this is my thinking. Maybe I’ll see things differently tomorrow.

My back sleep attempts were difficult last night because I was extremely uncomfortable even before I feel asleep due to the environment in the room

Sleeping well is such an involved process. Because it’s not just a matter of getting into bed. It’s not just between you and your bed. It’s between you and your entire bedroom, and the world outside as well. because the noises from outside can affect your ability to sleep. The light from outside as the day begins to dawn and the sun begins to rise, that can cause you to wake up earlier than you intend. In my case there’s also sharing your room with someone who has a different schedule, who gets up before you are ready and doesn’t necessarily try to avoid causing you to wake up. The temperature in the room can also interfere with your ability to sleep. It can be too hot. It can be too cold; and that can change constantly throughout the night once you get to a certain stage of life. It can be too hot one moment then too cold then next, then back to being too hot, then back to being too cold. It gets crazy.

Then there’s your mind and the way your mental and emotional instability plays out in the form of crazy dreams that cause you to not sleep well. So this adventure isn’t just a matter of conquering back sleep so that I can look better in the mornings. I want to feel better in the mornings even more so than I want to look better. So I have to conquer my myriad sleep demons.

Last night was crazy with the dreams. I don’t remember any of them in extremely great detail. I do remember in one dream I suddenly out of no where became a highly skilled martial artist. And I began to demonstrate my skill seemingly with the purpose of setting everyone’s mind at ease by showing them that I had this superhuman ability and would be able to protect them from the anticipated danger. It’s not entirely clear to me what exactly the danger was. I can’t remember all the details of the dream, but I am thinking there was a fear of a break-in. Whether or not it’s tied to the same dream in which there was some gunfire I’m not sure. I can only remember saying in the dream that I heard three distinct shots. I can’t remember anything else about that, which I guess I’m glad about. But in this dream with the martial arts show that I was putting on, where I was at times literally flying through the air, everyone was trying to figure out ways to protect the house. They were working on putting on locks and bolts every where, meanwhile, there was a part of the house that only had a curtain between it and the outside. And I kept wondering why everyone seemed to think that bolting up all the doors and windows would be enough while there was that curtain there that robbers or whoever was being feared could just come right through. And as happens in dreams when our conscious mind recognizes an absurdity and decides to alter what is going on, I brought in a neighbor who made the decision to replace the curtain with wood. But he could only find bits and pieces of wood, so he apologized that it was going to look a little ugly, but promised that in the morning he would put in a real door for us. A lot of my ancestors who have already passed were in the dream. Who knows what that was all about.

It will be interesting to keep track of my dreams to see how back sleep dreams differ from side sleep or stomach sleep dreams.

As for my face this morning, it wasn’t in the best state. I looked horrible. My face was slack and saggy. The bags under my eyes were enormous. I want to say I looked like a dog, but all the pictures of dogs that I’ve looked at trying to find an example are just so cute.

But seriously, I did not look my best this morning. Then again, I was lazy last night and took off my makeup using makeup remover sheets while lying in bed in the dark. So what exactly did I expect? I did spray on my collagen mist a couple of times when I turned and woke up and remembered to spray it. I have this amazing collagen hydrating mist that I make. It works absolute wonders, but it’s not some kind of magical product. I have to do my part, and last night, I did not properly wash my face and put on my night creams. When you add that to all the tossing and turning, crazy dreams, falling short on the back sleep mission, I am paying the price in the form of a not so lovely face to work with for today. But I have to remind myself that I am not my face. And it’s okay if some days I don’t look all that great. I have nothing to prove to anyone.

How did you fare last night? Did you get the amount of back sleep you desired? I hope you woke up feeling great. When you feel great, everything is possible regardless how you look.

 

Peace & Joy

M

Monica
Monicahttps://adelamonica.com
Singer songwriter Adelamonica AKA Avenue Sixty editor in chief. Writing as Monica for The Monica Archives. Writing has always been one of my passions. In fact, when I was a teenager, I used to tell people they should remember my name, because I was going to become a famous author. I used to live to write and write to live--not in the sense of writing for income but writing to combat depression and to feel a sense of purpose. I've written novels, poems, articles and essays that I tried unsuccessfully to get published over many years starting in my teens. When I discovered blogging several ages ago, I turned to that avenue as a means of doing what I love without having to worry about publishers and their rejection letters. Modeling is also something I have always enjoyed and something I wanted very badly to do as a teenager. So badly that I used to lie and tell people I was a model. I would carry around a large portfolio style photo album and claim it was my modeling portfolio. But, as with my writing, the people with the power to make my modeling dreams come true saw nothing in me that made them stop me in the streets of New York to offer me a modeling contract with their agency. So when I discovered the ability to photograph my own self (before cell phones and selfies) I took up a hobby of pretend modeling at home and that hobby has remained with me throughout my life as a form of self expression and self therapy. I ask that you kindly excuse my lack of worldliness and any instances where I demonstrate lack of tact or lack of knowledge and even lack of basic intelligence in my writing and posing. I'm just here trying to have a little fun doing the things that make me happy. I'm just an average human for whom writing and posing and singing and dancing and the other things I do are ways I express myself and keep myself going on this ever challenging journey of life. I hope you will find something even remotely useful or interesting in the things I share.

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