Tell us about a small goal you hope to achieve, whether in the next 10 days, 10 months, or 10 years. (250 Words)
Any advice would help!
Do I get enough sleep? No, but sometimes when I sneeze my eyes close. Sleep and I got along well when I was younger, but I cheated on it with school, friends, and the internet; now I hold a harmful relationship with another, one who leaves me staring at my colorless walls- restlessness.
It wasn't always like this. As a child, I could count sheep, fall asleep, and wake up in 8 hours. Now I count test dates, cry myself to sleep, and wake up in 5 hours.
I pondered on many things before I slept. Ironically, I found peace in doing so. I called my bed the "Think Box." Here I played scenes in my head, made plans for the next day, asked myself a lot of questions- does Emily from recess like me? I debated the laws of physics. I probably found the meaning to life somewhere in my endless thoughts but was probably too tired to write it down.
These days I stay awake on a new bed: stressed about the test the next day, worried about how I'm going to complete a project, anxious about asking Emily to prom. I don't tear up when I yawn because of a natural reflex, but because I miss the days when I slept without fear or worry of tomorrow- the days when my mind could be at peace.
One night, I hope to return to this state of tranquility- and with it, get a good night's rest.
Any advice would help!
Do I get enough sleep? No, but sometimes when I sneeze my eyes close. Sleep and I got along well when I was younger, but I cheated on it with school, friends, and the internet; now I hold a harmful relationship with another, one who leaves me staring at my colorless walls- restlessness.
It wasn't always like this. As a child, I could count sheep, fall asleep, and wake up in 8 hours. Now I count test dates, cry myself to sleep, and wake up in 5 hours.
I pondered on many things before I slept. Ironically, I found peace in doing so. I called my bed the "Think Box." Here I played scenes in my head, made plans for the next day, asked myself a lot of questions- does Emily from recess like me? I debated the laws of physics. I probably found the meaning to life somewhere in my endless thoughts but was probably too tired to write it down.
These days I stay awake on a new bed: stressed about the test the next day, worried about how I'm going to complete a project, anxious about asking Emily to prom. I don't tear up when I yawn because of a natural reflex, but because I miss the days when I slept without fear or worry of tomorrow- the days when my mind could be at peace.
One night, I hope to return to this state of tranquility- and with it, get a good night's rest.