I realize that sleeping on my stomach causes pain in that place where I got whiplash a long time ago. So I roll up on to my right side, which then reminds me that my knee isn’t quite healed from that college basketball injury that I had even longer ago. I roll onto my back, but my knee still isn’t satisfied. So then I roll onto my left side. My knee feels fine. My neck and shoulder area feel fine, and the light is blocked by the blankets I have around me.
My problem is that I cannot actually start sleeping in this position. For some reason, my brain makes me go through the entire ritual every evening. It isn’t efficient. It has no purpose, and I know that I do it. Yet, I am unable to change it if I want to go to sleep.
What is the point of analyzing something if you cannot change it? Or is sleep one of those things, like creativity, where people are just naturally inefficient, and the ritual makes it easier for the brain to enter sleep mode? I don’t know the answers. I don’t know why I bothered to analyze how I get to sleep every evening – it just struck me as odd one night…