This weekend I spent two nights in a ‘rustic’ cabin on bunk beds with twelve other women. I’m a good sleeper (genetically gifted that way, thank God) but this was a challenge even for me. I awoke multiple times each night to a cacophony of snoring (mine included probably), people rearranging bed linens, heaters cranking up, bathroom fans going on and off…Rumor had it that someone in another cabin hauled her lumpy bunk bed mattress into her car to escape the ruckus, but that’s another story. You get the picture. It was fun, but too many more nights like that and I begin to see why sleep deprivation is such an effective interrogation technique.
Last night, I was back home — snuggled into my very comfortable, warm, quiet bed and it was awesome. Only recently have I really come to appreciate and RESPECT my need for eight hours of good sleep. When I get enough, I feel great. When I don’t, I don’t. It’s just that simple. I fight it. I don’t want it to be true. But it is. After years of “training” myself to only need 6 hours and thinking I’d catch up on the weekends, I’ve finally surrender to the fact that I need a lot of sleep and I’m the only one who can make that happen for myself. What joy there is in that surrender!!!
More importantly, when I get enough sleep I awake believing that all things are possible. That’s how I feel today. And for that I’m truly grateful today.
Have a great week out there.
Boonedoggler 