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A New Chapter

After such a long period of dismal weeks and masses of restless nights, my weekend turned into a slow but epic bout between sanity and insanity. This monumental contest in my mind, seasoned with the early spring’s side effects, siphoned off the reserves of my batteries completely. Being physiologically depleted had a detrimental impact on my psyche, and my mind shouted silently for more sleep and respite. An effortless order to abide by and the only reasonable alternative.

Having no other choice but to obey, I abandoned myself to active repose. My weary mind needed to slumber through the weekend and binge-watch episodes of our current favourite series. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything else anyway, though. After several failed attempts to jot down my thoughts, I gave up writing entirely. I remember sitting in front of my laptop, hoping to craft a meaningful entry, but frightened by the confusion that oozed out of my virtual pen, I closed the lid and called it a day.

As my eyelids found their way to my forehead this morning, I knew I had a sleepless-free night. Even though the mental fog caused by the recent involuntary vigils vanished, my fatigued system told me not to jump out of bed, however much I wanted to. I had to contain myself. It wouldn’t have been a good idea to jump about like a lunatic mustang foal, so instead of rushing, I took the opportunity to think through my next steps in terms of food and supplement intake, professional career, and working out. It became obvious that I had to change these routines.

The lingering thoughts of reforming my days not only elevated the already ascending spirit but also goaded my little self into careful planning. This revelation shaped my day. The neurons in my grey matter were flashing, and I could almost hear the synapses snap. It became clear that the early spring’s side effects brought about changes - one usually encounters in April - that required an adequate response. Realising the importance of adjustment, I already felt much better. A new chapter has opened.

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