Today when I woke up, I felt like a kid on Christmas morning who had just opened that one special present—the one at the top of my list—the one thing I really wanted. As a child, that ultimate gift was a rock tumbler, chemistry set, or record player. As an adult, it was anything that packed a lot of sparkle and fit in a very small box. But as 50 approaches, the gift I long for most is a good night’s sleep. For months, sleep has eluded me. I’d tried a variety of sleep aids including Melatonin, diphenhydramine, and chamomile extract. Most of them didn’t help, and those that did left me hung-over in the morning. It’s hard to be creative—to function, even—without adequate sleep. I need a clear head when I’m behind the wheel on my Artist’s Journey. Last night I ditched the meds and got into bed—just me, my flimsy pillow, and my satin sheets. Instead of Santa sneaking down my chimney, it was The Sandman—and he left a special present for me to discover in the morning. I had slept through the night. I couldn’t have been happier. It was the perfect gift– just what I always wanted.
“The Perfect Gift”–graphite–from my sketchbook