I Need More Than a Nap
In the past, whenever I heard that a star had checked themselves into a clinic for exhaustion I thought, “Good grief. Just take a nap you big baby.” Well, I’ve experienced exhaustion and a nap isn’t going to cut it.
The move really took the wind out of my sails and while I’ve stopped falling asleep in meetings (THAT was embarrassing, especially when I agreed to something and had no clue what that was), I’m still having a difficult time wrapping my head around the past month of my life.
Moving across the country and setting up shop has been harder than I thought. Yes, I’m back in a familiar place with friends but it’s also surreal and half the time I feel as though I’m taking hallucination-enhancing drugs. Have I really been gone three years? Was LA just a dream? What is going on???
I wanted to spend the weekend celebrating this country and being grateful for the freedoms I have. Instead, I’ve done nothing but sleep.
In an attempt to NOT being depressing or depressed, I’m remembering “the good ole days”. Do you see me? I’m the miniature version of Betsy Ross in the front… hadn’t perfected my crowd-waving skills yet. Can’t quite be sure if this was the July 4, 1976, parade when I lived in Massachusetts or if it was a Pioneer Day (July 24) celebration. Whichever, my time on the float was clearly a day well spent. Happy Independence Day!
Cute pic — I actually remember that day on the float.. it was a 4th of July parade in Norton.
I sort of remember that day, too. Good times.
I believe that’s a perfect beauty-queen wave! Good luck on the sleeping thing; I’m still exhausted and recovering from my move 5 1/2 years ago.
That’s a LONG time to be exhausted. I hope I get over it sooner rather than later. Can’t be tired forever.
How do you know you were Betsy Ross? Who’s Lynne supposed to be? Maybe the move wiped you out because you aren’t as young as you used to be. I hear this happens as you get older… haha. That will never get old.
I guess I just said Betsy Ross because she’s the only Revolutionary woman I remembered when writing this post. Come on… check out my hat!
And the age thing… oh no. That will never get old. Thanks so much.
I hope you get the rest you need soon. Truly.
I seem to be taking lots of naps lately and sleeping deeply as I can’t remember any sorts of dreams or noises. I hit the pillow and I’m gone.
Also, you were a very cute Betsy.
Thanks. I miss being a kid.
It does take a toll – physically and mentally. I just de-junked a little and didn’t even move and I’m mentally and physically exhausted. I’m glad you got a three day weekend at least. Hopefully you can get a little more rest next weekend and feel a little more settled.
I sincerely hope so. At the moment I feel incredibly lost. Didn’t think it would be this hard to move back. I think something is wrong with me.
This weekend I was jealous of all the moms that can go to the pool with their kids any day of the week while I sit in a gabardine suit sweating the summer out sitting in meetings.
Gabardine suit? I think I’d rather be in a swimsuit.
Ah well, the skin will be spared cancer for a few more years as a result.
Let’s meet up at the end of the month and just take a walk or sit by the pool.
I think that’s a wonderful idea. I’m afraid I’m on the edge already and that’s not a good thing.
Sweet lord, you met Richard Simmons. Sorry, I had to get that out of the way. As much as he gives me willies (he’s all oiled up all the time-what’s up with that?), I would like to meet him just so I could put that exact picture up on my blog. Who am I kidding, that would be my Facebook default pic for months.
Anyway, hey, how’s it going? I’ve seen you round a few of the other blogs so I thought I’d stop in. We’ve got a few mutual friends. I figure if Bill likes you, that’s good enough for me. He’s a pretty solid guy. I actually clicked over here from The Pilver, so there’s that.
Hope you get a nap soon.
Yes, I did indeed meet Richard Simmons and loved every minute of it. He’s hilarious! One of my favorite experiences from living in LA (I even wrote a blog entry about it).
But let’s address you… you’ve never commented on my site before and I always wondered why. Was I not good enough? Not funny? Too weird? Hmmm. And yes, Bill/Billy/Will is indeed good peeps. I’ve been MIA due to my move from LA to DC a few weeks ago. It’s been drastic and crazy.
I feel you on the move thing. When we moved from Florida to Spain it was suicide inducing. I had to sell every possession I owned other than what would fit in 6 small boxes. I’m a guy and I have to admit that I cried privately several times, especially when driving away from my beach house on the way to the airport. But as you know it gets better. We settle in, and life happens again. Have faith and stay strong babe!!
Keep trying to get your 8 hours a night and you’ll be yourself in another week.
I hope so because right now I’m crying every day. The move back to DC shouldn’t be this hard… I’ve lived here before; I don’t understand why I’m such a big mess. What inspired you to move to Spain?
There’s almost no such thing as “too weird” IMO. No, you’re plenty funny and weird. Maybe I was waiting on you to comment on my blog first.
Well, we’re all here now, so whatever.
Yes, let’s not dwell on who’s been cyber-stalking who. Let’s just all be good blog friends.
We decided to move to Spain because my wife is British and had not seen her family much in 13 years that she’d lived in Florida. Unfortunately, both of my parents have passed away and I am an only child. So I had no family in the States. I do though have a few uncles in Italy. My wife’s brother had a few properties in Spain that needed managed and a bit of work. We both wanted to pursue our writing. We had just sold our house on St. Pete Beach and had a little cushion. If nothing worked out in Spain we can move anywhere in the EU and work. (Always good work in London, recession or not) All of those things combined to make the decision.
London is fabulous… love it. Started grad school at LSE there several years ago.
When you left DC originally, was it a situation that you told yourself you would never go back? Don’t worry though, you’ll settle back in very quickly. It goes against our animal nature to uproot ourselves and move so far away. Just give it another week!!
No, it wasn’t like that. I think I always knew I’d come back, I just didn’t think I’d come back this soon (3 years). I thought I’d be in LA for several years. I’ve decided that it’s a lot of bad memories that are haunting me and this being alone thing really sucks.