I actually have real “Kid on Christmas Eve” type jitters… My new chair is coming tomorrow, and hopefully a whole new world of freedom to accompany it.
I do hope I’m not setting the bar too high for disappointment – it’s quite a common theme with me, after all. However, I suppose I should still hope without being actually bouncy-excited. There’s always that capacity for bad things to happen.
Instead, it will hopefully the start of being given another new chance to embrace opportunities old and new.
From something as simple as a trip to Tesco, to going on holiday somewhere, that chair is going to make a big difference in my life, will offer freedom. I’ll be able to do things and go places in it, and I’ll finally be able to move about and leave the house again.
The last 6 weeks or so has been torturous… and now the end is near. I haven’t slept all night last night, and I haven’t slept since (yet, at least) either. I presume I shall sleep tonight I, quite early. That whole Christmas Eve thing has been in my head since I was quite young – and I mean that idea that the faster you go to sleep, the faster it’s tomorrow. It works backwards too – not sleeping or falling asleep late makes a dreaded next day appear far away.
Well, when I wanted Santa to come I made a point to fall asleep quickly – being unconscious in sleep means that the next day appears only a second later. You wake up and there it is. You’re not at all aware of the 8 or so hours that bypassed during that time.
So that is what I hope to be implementing tonight, and I think that might happen because I’ve behaviourally done such things since I was a child.
I just hope it all goes well (knock on lots and lots of woods).