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The time change this year is kicking my ass. There I said it.
Normally, I’m annoyed by this but I don’t feel any real physical impact from it. This year, though, whooo boy. I’ve been falling asleep on the couch by 9pm the last two nights and waking up at . . . wait for it . . . 4am the last two mornings. My sleep patterns changed pretty significantly when I started perimenopause a few years back and didn’t really improve when I fully hit menopause so any change now feels very . . . extra. In other words: Not Fun.
Also not fun . . . driving home in the dark. It’s not just the addition of headlights to my (pretty easy, let’s face it) commute, it’s also the feeling that leaving work in the dark means the day is over while I’m still at work. And, while I relish the excuse to change into lounge wear as soon as I get home, it makes it that much harder on the evenings when I have to go out to a meeting.
I saw a tweet (or something) on Instagram yesterday and it read: did we save it? did we save the daylight? (like a Super Hero saving the damsel in distress) and I couldn’t help but thinking how absurd this old tradition is in our modern times.
I know I’m in good company and I know many of you will commiserate which is why I feel only slightly guilty about writing such a negative blog post!