“An object at rest tends to stay at rest and an object in motion tends to stay in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.” Isn’t that how the law of inertia goes? I have been the victim of inertia a great deal over the last little while. I ran myself ragged for work until I was acted upon by the supremely unbalanced force of my freakshow former manager and I (thankfully) got laid off 2 months ago.
And since then, well really since December, the body at rest has remained at rest. It has been lovely. It has been 12 years since I have had this kind of time to unwind. I have puttered around my house, relaxed over Christmas, done lots of baking, and generally devoted my time and energies to my infertility treatment. But recently, over the last week or so, I have begun to feel it’s time to break out of my current inertia, just a little bit.
I have had insomnia for 3 or 4 nights in a row. It is an exquisite sort of hell, being as how my onlyrecognized superpower is my capability to sleep anywhere, anytime, and for ridiculously long periods of time. I’m so good at sleeping, I am considering going pro after the next Olympics. I once fell asleep on the baggage carousel at LA International Airport. I am a good sleeper. But it’s like someone’s been hanging around my house with sleep kryptonite the last few nights. I have been wide awake, tired as hell and yawning and unable to sleep, at 2 am, 2:30 am, 3:00 am… I just don’t get it.
Now part of me thinks to myself, “Self, you got all those packages of Starbuck’s coffee over the holidays. And you’ve been eating chocolate like mad. After spending a month (during the first IUI drug cycle) caffeine free. What did you THINK was going to happen?” And maybe, I have a point. But part of me thinks there’s more to it than that.
I have had nothing really to do over the last 2 months that has engaged my brain or my muscles. These are the things that have been running full tilt for years, and now I have asked them to just sit down and shuddup. I am just guessing, but I am thinking that they’re not happy about this situation. They’re bored. They’re keeping themselves busy by worrying about every. fricking. thing. They’re packing on a layer of fat for the winter hibernation. They are anything but relaxed.
So to appease them, today I took them out for a walk in the crappy, rainy southern Ontario winter. I figured maybe they just needed to get out for awhile. And honest to dog, it was great. My muscles got a good hour’s workout, after sitting on my ass for the better part of two months. My brain listened to the 80s music in my headphones and read the street signs and looked at the houses decorated for Christmas. I spent an hour in the rain and cold and felt fabulous. I need to take them out more often.