The Fuzzy Mind

Yesterday, I noted that I woke up in an unusually bad state of mind.

Some days, I wake up with not just fuzzy hair, but a fuzzy mind as well. The latter is worse.

I say it was unusual, but that has been the case for a few days now. And I wanted to elaborate. Recently, too many thoughts have been crowding my head. From work, home and everything else. There’s too much happening, and when that’s the case, the mind stops working straight.

Clear thinking stops. The mind goes quiet.

Thoughts zig-zag, just like fuzzy hair. A comb through the hair straightens them. No such comb exists for the mind.

When this happens, waking up is difficult. Going through the routine becomes impossible. Planning the day won’t work. All I do is sit on my bed and look deep into a void. The world moves on around me. When does it stop doing that?

I know sitting idle won’t get me out of this state. But that awareness just makes things worse, only adding to the noise.

Yesterday was no different. It took me until the late afternoon and a lot of scribbling on blank pages to clear my head and untangle my thoughts. Put tasks in perspective. Put thoughts in order.

Did it help? Sure. I had a peaceful sleep yesterday. I woke up with a big smile this morning.