Have you ever heard of the Circadian Rhythm?
No, not Cicada rhythms. That would be that incessant high-pitched buzzing sound we hear all summer long. I think I still have its echo ringing in my ears now.
And no, it has absolutely nothing to do with music, unless you consider lullabies a part of it.
I have no idea if it gets its name from someone named Circadia or if it originated somewhere near a place called Circadia but I know it exists because I’m affected by it big-time right now.
Your Circadian Rhythm is that timeframe you tend to sleep in everyday.
Some folks prefer to sleep during the day and be awake at night. There are a lot of employers in search of such individuals.
Most of us would rather sleep at night so we can remain conscious during daylight hours. That’s the camp I fall into. At least I try to.
For some unexplained reason God has me swinging all over the clock in search of sleep versus work times.
In October I was so exhausted I could fall asleep any time I closed my eyes for more than a minute.
The first two weeks in November I was given a reprieve of working during the day and sleeping at night similar to normal individuals. Some days I’d prefer to be normal for a change.
Last week saw a return to driving mostly at night and attempting to sleep during the day. Even with my bedroom darkened to near pitch black I couldn’t fool my internal sleep mechanism to turn off during the time the sun was shining. I hate when that happens.
I have to take ten hours off according to our federal government mandates after close to fourteen hours of a driving day. My employer was kind enough to pay for a motel room for me on the far side of Arkansas Saturday afternoon.
I was unconscious for a total of about four hours before my infernal internal Circadian Rhythm kicked me into awake gear for the remainder of my down time. I despise when that happens.
Surprisingly I was quite awake for all but the final hundred miles of my return trip. A combination of chocolate covered peanuts and a high-caffeinated carbonated beverage sufficed me alive and awake.
There was no time for any sort of nap before I was off to church to spend precious time with my spiritual family members there.
Oh yeah, my head nodded more than once while I occupied a seat in God’s house. I’m pretty sure He noticed. Glad I’m His favorite child.
I pointed out to Him I was simply following the example Jesus set for me.
Yeah, you do too remember. It’s that time He fell asleep in the front of a boat during a storm. He nodded off so strongly even the waves crashing over the bow of that vessel didn’t wake Him up.
It’s because of that I’m convince Jesus would have made the perfect team semi driver. I’ve refused those runs since I know I wouldn’t be able to sleep with my bed bouncing down the road. Perfectly calm and cozy seems to be my challenge lately.
Jesus never did have trouble sleeping. He even made it a habit of waking up before everyone else just so He could have quality time with His Abba God.
It’s not that I don’t think God has everything under control that keeps me awake (I didn’t even stay awake to see the election results).
I just ain’t got no rhythm. That’s all.
Is there some way I can sue that Circadian fella?
Keep smiling. Wade