What a glorious morning this has been. I have the day off, the sun is shining gently on my back, and I have spent the last few hours clicking around, reading different blogs, and overall just finding all that I need and learning new things. I love casual mornings like this, and have been in desperate need of one. *insert contented sigh here*
I have been sleeping really great the last 3 or 4 nights, too. It’s not that I necessarily have gotten more sleep, but the sleep has been more restorative. Why, you may ask. I think I have the answer.
I sleep with a fan every night. This is not new. I have been sleeping with a fan for more years than I can remember. White noise. My head likes to ruminate as I’m falling asleep and the fan helps by giving me something non-thought provoking to focus on.
Lately, I haven’t been very happy with my fan. I was beginning to think that I had reached a point where I really wasn’t hearing it anymore. I’ll admit this was causing me a bit of angst. My fan has been a constant companion over the years (ok. not the exact same fan. I have had to replace it a few times). How would I fall asleep without it?
I tried moving the fan around to different spots, thinking that maybe this would help me hear it better. This helped for a night or two but then I was back to catching myself wondering if I had forgotten to turn it on only to find to humming away at the highest (loudest) speed. Hmph.
As I have said, we are having a heat wave here. A few nights ago, middle of the night, I was tossing around in bed, trying to find the right position and blanket application (yeah, I must have a blanket, too. I’m high maintenance…lol) without much success. I decided it was time to move my fan to a position that allowed it to blow on me.
I was asleep in seconds, I think. I don’t remember any more tossing or turning, and the next day I felt a bit more…like me. The light bulb came on.
Before I met my husband, I used to sleep with the fan blowing on me all the time. (Yes, even in winter. More blankets…yay!) The wind from the fan bothered my husband. Ok. Actually, the whole fan going all night thing bothered him. I wasn’t giving up my fan but agreed to not having it blow on me so it wouldn’t bother him as much. Apparently, this concession was a mistake.
After sleeping with the fan blowing on me for the last few nights, I am feeling like I have found the key to my inner strength, endless energy, and a recharged soul. Ok. That’s a little dramatic. The recharged soul part is extremely accurate, though. Lets just say it has made me feel the way it feels after being really sick, feeling a little more everyday like your old self, again.
I feel like I’m thinking clearer, that the heavy amount of stress I had been feeling doesn’t seem so…well, heavy. Life seems a bit more manageable, less overwhelming. Don’t get me wrong. Life is still life. I just don’t feel so taxed by every last decision or event that comes along.
So far, my husband hasn’t complained. I keep mentioning every day that I have been sleeping soooo much better with the fan blowing on me. I know this heat wave isn’t going to last forever and I think I’m concerned he is going to request that I don’t have it blowing on me anymore. I’m hoping that having the fan blowing on me isn’t having the same effect on him as not having it blow on me has had on me. I’m not sure how to solve that dilemma.
So, what helps you sleep best? Those with spouses/significant others, is there a disagreement over the application of your sleep ‘medicine?’ I really would love to hear how you find your optimal sleep. Go ahead. No judgments here.