Greetings, friends!
At last weekend’s Sit & Write, we spoke about recovering from burnout. One attendee wisely reminded us that resting doesn’t always look like sitting on the couch doing nothing—sometimes rest takes other forms, like talking to a good friend, or whatever else you find restorative. I’ve been struggling to focus on my writing lately, and I think it’s because I need to slow down and reset. Or at least, take a nap.
Sleep is supposed to be easy. Historically, I’ve just run myself ragged and then crashed hard at the end of a long day, snoring so sonorously and consistently that my husband began calling me his “white noise machine.” But last fall I started waking up in a panic every few hours, gasping for air. When I asked Zach about it, he said, “oh yeah, you’ve pretty much always stopped breathing in the night.” I suddenly remembered my dad’s impressive snoring, which came to an abrupt end when he brought home a CPAP machine. His nightly cacophony was replaced with what so…