I woke up before six this morning and couldn’t seem to go back to sleep. The heart pounding was back and although my eyes had difficulties opening, my brain refused to settle down.
I got up to work.
Sometimes when I encounter these sorts of mornings, I write. Other times, I pull up my to-do list and start banging through all my must-dos and some maybe-dos.
Doing this puts me in a state of calm. The illusion of control slips back into place and my heart starts to beat normally again.
Focusing on work puts my brain back on a path, where it can still wander, but in safety.
Sometimes I get to go back to sleep. And when I wake again, it feels as if elves have done my work.
Could I have actually written this? I think about the stories I’ve written in my half-dream state, about emails and texts I’ve sent.
The latter can sometimes be worrying. What if I say something I didn’t mean to? But thus far, there have been no faux pas.
And sometimes I wonder how I seem more competent, more amiable, more efficient in that half-sleep state.
Is this what people mean when they talk about flow?