Listen, I know a lot of people like sleep too, so I know I’m not special. But it is amusing that I like sleep given that as a kid, it was probably my least favourite thing ever.
Of course, that had to do with the fact that my parents had my brother and I going to bed at stupidly early times. There were days where the sun would still be visible, but I was in bed. The only good thing about that was that I was able to crack open my blinds a bit and quietly read a book until the sun set and my eyes were too strained to go on.
But otherwise, I got enough sleep as a kid, so I wasn’t able to appreciate it. Even in high school I wasn’t allowed to stay up too late, so getting up at 7am was easy. Now as an adult I get up at 7am for work and it kills me, even though I’m always asleep by 12:30am at the latest every (work) night.
My love for sleep started in university. Pair a boring English prof who droned on at 9am with 18-year-old me who, for the first time ever, didn’t have a bedtime or parents to scold me, and you get occasional naps between classes. Throughout university I very much abused my new nighttime freedom (and morning freedom—I learned to sleep in when I could!). Sometimes for no reason at all, I would stay up late so that I was extra tired and I could appreciate the sleep. Of course, that wasn’t my intention, I just found myself often procrastinating the nighttime routine of brushing my teeth and putting on different clothes.
And while I still do stay up late when I know I don’t have to work the next day, I do value sleep more now that I can’t nap between classes and I’m adhering to a strict daily schedule. Nowadays there are nights when it’ll be 11pm and I feel the drowsiness start to creep in, and I’ll very much look forward to being able to put on my winter pajamas (year round) and get under my thick comforter (year round) like a burrito and sleep. And I’m lucky in that I usually don’t take long to fall asleep and I rarely wake up in the night.
But I do function fairly well on little sleep, under the right circumstances. When I went to New York in high school, we did not get much sleep because we were always up late and out early, but since we were always going somewhere and seeing something during the days, I was totally fine! But on days when work is slower and I’m not as stimulated, I sometimes find my eyes slowly closing. Not good, I know. Please pass along tips to help (other than coffee).
Anyway, sleep is good, and I’d like to make a formal apology to a certain friend who, as a kid, I’d rag on for sleeping until noon on weekends and until the very last minute on days when we had to walk to school.
Also, please enjoy this Tumblr post that I saw years ago but think about way too often:
That’s all for now!