Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to sleep a full 8 hours. Tonight is another one of those nights where that thought made me open a blank page... After days of following the same routine, late hours at work, and growing exhaustion, I finally came close to sleeping like a “normal person” last night. I didn’t quite get there—but there’s hope. Maybe this time, I’ll do something just for myself.
Lately, my social media feed is filled with content about the harms of poor sleep. That triggered something inside me:
“It’s time to do something for myself.”
And that’s when I realized—I haven’t really done anything for myself in a long time. No writing, no walking, not even a basic cardio workout.
Writing, for instance, used to help. I’m grateful that my recent posts received such kind feedback. But lately, even writing has become a luxury. With Nilgün away in Bursa, I’ve been in full-time “dad mode.” I’ve put off walks and workouts just to make sure Okan isn’t home alone. I know it’s just a phase. Things will change. They always do. One step at a time…
This summer looks like it will be shaped by family health matters. We’ll be spending a lot of time in hospitals and clinics—taking care of our elders. With that kind of schedule, even the idea of a vacation feels tiring. But still, a short break during my one-week annual leave sounds like something to hold on to.
Mid-June is here, school’s out, and my mind naturally drifts toward the summer house. But this year, I know we’ll spend less time there. Maybe it’s not about the quantity—but the quality. Our parents need us more than ever. The roles are changing—now it’s our turn to support them. I just hope they live long, happy, healthy lives.
As I write this, Okan is beside me, constantly asking, “What are you writing, Dad?”
And as I read my sentences out loud, I realize—I’m passing on more than just thoughts. I’m unintentionally passing on this adult stress too. But maybe it’s not a bad thing. Maybe part of growing up is learning how to deal with life’s tough sides—not just the fun ones.
But enough adult talk…
This week, I’m taking Okan to Hupalumpa.
Some fun, some laughter, some time to just be kids again.
And I’ll let him have the last word: “This is so lame, Dad. We don’t have to go.” :)