I love sleep. Who doesn’t? Well, I actually have an old friend, who I met in college, and told me sleep is overrated and I wondered if our friendship would last after such an outlandish statement. Nonetheless, while I yawn as I type, sleep loves me. I understand the importance of sleep – rest, reset, restore. However, despite this love, I manage to stay up until the wee hours of the morning, sleepy. I sat on the bed trying to figure out tonight’s topic and the sleep came to me telling me to just to bed but my nature to just stay up as me here typing now.
I wonder if I fought sleep like this when I was a baby?!? If so, I owe my parents a huge apology. During my Thanksgiving break, I would go to bed around 1 am and sleep until 10, maybe 11 am but not get out of bed until 2 pm. I am not ashamed but I should be. Why am I staying up? Simply, because I can. Did I rebel my bedtime when I was younger? Not that I recall. What I do remember is proudly wearing a gown that read, “Avoid the morning rush, sleep till noon…” and I took that saying to heart each weekend that I could all my teenage years, into my 20s. Now in my 30s, I cannot sleep till noon because of that whole adulting thing. But the amount of time I stayed in bed these past 5 days is almost ridiculous. It must be noted that I have been on the go for the past few months so I am sure my body is making up for lost time. But, regardless of how much I have been running, I love sleep.
Give love. Get love.