It seems that Medium has hit me with all its best articles when I trying to go to bed swiftly. Before blogging, I often indulge in reading a few posts before writing my own. Tonight, I discovered a few new interesting writers, and I unfortunately drifted away from my initial intention to go to bed at the same time as St.
One very important thing: I use screens in the day time solely for communications, online research, studies, personal accounts management, and purchases. I don’t scroll endlessly, I don’t watch mindless entertainment, and rarely give in the desire to look at what has been happening to someone through their social media profiles. My one regular indulgence is Medium in the evening.
I enjoy the opinions shared on the platform because it helps me take the pulse of the world. Learning through someone’s experience is interesting. Forums are to messy, and vlogs too loud. My quiet excursions around the world through reading happens at night. Unfortunately, St’s wordly exploration happens in the morning, and he fades quickly at night. It’s funny because a few months back we thought I would go to bed first, and he would stay up to view the content he was interested in. We evolved in the opposite direction, which is perfectly fine, but I wish I could unwind as easily as he does.
After watching something exciting on TV, I need some downtime before hitting the sack. Often, what I need in order to be sleepy is more than what St can wait for. He tries to snooze beside me, but then transfers to bed as I get mesmerized by captivating writers. Tonight I felt bad, because he specifically said he was waiting for me to finish up before going to bed. I know he’s not resentful, but my romantic heart is slightly hurt. I wanted to be fast, and go to bed at the same time. Alas, I have to respect my rythme. The life of an ADD woman.