Zest For Life

My roommate and I were talking about our various sleeping problems the other night and she made a comment that I thought was interesting.

She was talking about what she called “zest for life”.

Her thought was something along the lines of how the very thing that makes us excited about filling our days with activities and people and busy-stuff (our zest for life) is also the very thing that can disrupt our sleep patterns and thus make some of those activities less enjoyable (or less possible to do at all) thanks to the fatigue and lethargy caused by said disrupted sleep patterns.

Interesting, is all.

I know that the reason I am still up tonight (and will be for at least a few more hours) is because my basketball league game started after 10pm. Annoying. I should be getting in bed at 10pm, right? So this is a bad-sleep-instance that can't really be attributed to anything but me trying to participate in something with a crazy schedule. No blaming this on any sleep disorder. But I'll probably pay for it tomorrow.

And I do think I have a "zest for life". I really like it. Life, that is. And I try to have fun at everything I have to do and also everything I want to do. Not that I ALWAYS end up having fun, but I at least try to more often than not.

And let me tell you, I run into people every day who do NOT have a zest for life. Poor people. I know that life is hard, and theirs probably is, and that is why they are not exhibiting their zest (because it is IN THERE SOMEWHERE, people, I promise), so I usually just say a prayer for them and try to smile bigger. Unless they have in turn tried to ruin my day as well. Then the smile probably comes out looking a bit more mangy, and I probably huff and puff about it in my car (I'm working on it, OKAY). But still. I'm glad that most of the people that matter to me in my life are zesty. So if I call you that, now we are on the same page.