The other day I wrote a post called the 3 Things That Nourish Me. This morning I woke up and realized I had forgotten THE most important nourisher of all, that thing without which I don’t even have a mouth to eat with, a tongue to swallow or teeth to chew. No nourishment of any kind can pass my lips unless I get SLEEP.
And lots of it. With 9 hours under my belt, I’m a world beater. With 8, I can manage. 7 or less? I am like a chihuahua with a toothache. Don’t so much as look at me the wrong way or I’ll bite your head off with my little pin teeth.
I thought of sleep this morning because when I woke up at 7:30 AM after 9 hours I felt incredible. I had been scraping along with 6 and a half hours for the previous 10 days and I was fried. It was just sheer luck that everything and everyone had behaved this week. (thank you).
My usual wake-up time is 4:30 AM, and no matter what time I go to bed, I always wake up at that time. On days when I don’t have to get up at 4:30 (like this morning) I indulge in some serious dozing.
I allow my mind to float and drift directionless and free. This is prime time for rumination and fantasy, for thought experiments and impractical solutions. This is a highly creative time for me and it nourishes me deeply. And when I am deprived of it for too many days in a row? I suffer.
This morning I caught up on some much needed sleeping and dozing and it made all the difference in the world.