It’s late and I’m still up. Lately I’ve been criticized for being up late. “Your body needs rest” “ You shouldn’t be up late” “You need to set work boundaries” I feel like I have more people telling me what I need to do than actually listening to the reason why I Do things. No one seems to understand I work best at night. My mind is in constant overdrive because I overthink and let my anxiety take over my mind. At night I have this burst of creativity and energy that I’ve been trying find during daytime.
My body calms when the world is still. I can’t get anything done because during the day because I don’t want to be inside. When is pretty and the sun is out I just want to be free. It’s something about the sun that keeps my out. People think I’m out overly exerting myself and that’s not it. They think I just don’t like to be home. I mean of course I say I just don’t want to be home. But if they knew the real reason would they understand. Being in a hospital room for weeks and not being spewed to leave or feel the sun is depressing. To not know when you can go home or just to step outside. I don’t know. I sounds word but I panic at the thought of not being on the go. To not be able to do what you want and go see the world. I just have to go somewhere.
So that leaves night time. Night time for my creativity to thrive. Night time just shows me to be in my own zone. Call me crazy but I can’t help it. I can let my creative energy run free.