Someone who knows what she is talking about recently told me that we don't metabolize happiness during sleep until deep into a sleep cycle. Be patient while I butcher this. The theory is that it's evolutionary. While sleeping, we have to hash through all the bad/dangerous/depressing stuff before we digest the good stuff. For instance, if we happened to see a friend get eaten by a saber tooth tiger, that memory gets "reviewed" in slumber before some lovely moment in our day. Reviewing the lovely moment is not essential to survival - so it's a bonus we get IF we sleep deeply for a long enough period. It's no wonder that people who don't get enough sleep can start to get grumpy - because they are not digesting the good stuff. In my case, add sensitive and we've got a pretty accurate picture. I am going to bed soon, so this is going to be brief and possibly a little aimless.
With some time after my jewelry class this afternoon I walked toward Central Park. Love or hate the Upper East Side, it's impossible to argue with the staggering concentration of incredible art museums within spitting distance of one another in this neighborhood. Today, I walked past the Cooper Hewitt, the Guggenheim and the Met. Many respectable small cities would be blessed to have a fraction of the amazingness housed within these walls. Approaching Fifth Avenue, I caught a glimpse of the slight incline that hugs the perimeter of the reservoir just within the park. As I felt mysterious forces pulling me toward the park, it occurred to me that in this moment nature was winning over art. It was a fair match, and I (a little guiltily) melted in the victor's embrace. I'm off to metabolize this. Sweet dreams.
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