Sleep can be hard to come by sometimes. When Discussions haven’t been written and the pressure of it all causes emotional hypersensitivity. Insomnia makes me claustrophobic.
I watch Becoming Jane, a costume drama about Jane Austen before she became the author Jane Austen. And I think: She created some of the most exquisitely written novels in the English language, but to her contemporaries she must have been seen as a failure. A woman of her class had to become a wife and a mother. Anything else was an embarrassment. But she rejected that, to be able to let her writing grow.
It’s easy to loose perspective. There are so many ways to look upon a life. A comforting thought. Suddenly sleep doesn’t seem that far away, after all.