My pal sleep

babyblanket

I remember hating to go to bed as a child. Couldn’t I just stay up a little bit more?  I’m still like this, needing to be told to go to bed. My face clearly showing I’m gone but holding on anyway afraid to miss something. I’m never in a hurry to meet up with my pal sleep. I know sleep will always come to visit. I’m lucky in that way.

The deep end

divingboard

When I was a kid nothing was more fun than a diving board. Jumping into a pool or a lake, hitting the cold water, trying out fun moves. Maybe hitting the bottom maybe not. I would jump in and then get back out, trying over and over the brief flight and then the crash, making a big splash or not.
At midlife I look back at this joy with a smile and wonder when it will be my time to jump back into the deep end again.