When I go to bed at night I switch off my light, lower my head on my pillow and wait for Morpheus to cradle me in his sweet embrace. (No, not my husband – this is Morpheus, the Greek god of dreams.)
But while my body is willing, my head won’t follow. For as soon as I want to let go of the day’s cares, I am assailed by half-finished thoughts and an army of to-do-list items marching through my weary mind.
First, I pass review of the Small Stuff: for instance, rescheduling the cat’s vet appointment. This reminds me that I have to make a doctor’s appointment for my son. And book dental check-ups for the twins. Since I’m on appointments, I make a mental note to confirm a birthday-party invitation for my daughter, which in turn reminds me that I have to buy a birthday present for her little friend. Oh, and order that DVD my older son wants for his birthday.
For the next five minutes I reel off a list of dozens of things I need to do in the next few days. I grow increasingly tense wondering whether I’ll be able to remember them all by the time the alarm rings the next morning.
This leads on to Medium Stuff: my book that awaits publication, blog posts requiring writing, cooking classes demanding preparation, recipes that want testing, tax declarations, work and family administrivia (and not-so-trivia) that are running late. By now, I’m feeling downright anxious.
From here, it doesn’t take a big step to get to the Big Stuff: the state of the economy, my children’s future, my ageing parents, climate change, and eventually – inevitably – Life, Death and Forgiveness. The script is depressingly familiar, and yet each time it fills me with fear and loathing.
At this point, sleep has become an entirely unrealistic proposition. I get up, pad downstairs and read a boring book to lull myself to sleep. This can take up to an hour. The next morning I’m so tired I feel I need a coffee just to find the coffee!
I don’t consider myself to be a particularly tormented soul; it’s mostly a function of having a very busy life and not sorting out my mental clutter before I go to bed. As part of my Anti-Cancer Challenge, therefore, I want to find ways of calming my pointless night-time chatter.














