Yeah, so this morning I woke up just before 4am. And I’m still awake! Frankly I do not know how I have managed to stay alive this year on so little sleep, averaging far less than 5 hours a night. Last night I freakishly slept 8 hours. Today, my body is back to its old tricks. No sleep means I crave energy from food. It means my friends without kids think I’m a flake when I forget to respond to emails. It means a door is open wide for that flood of anxious and depressive thoughts that we all get in the wee hours of the morning.
(ps — find that cute image here.)
Today I’m in that screw-everything mode where I yell at myself and say FINE. I WILL JUST START GETTING UP AT 4AM!
If I’m up with no hope of going back to sleep, I’ll just eat at 4, do a little devotional reading, and hit the gym when it opens at 5.
Wish me luck.
Gosh. I am always baffled by those people who make it to the gym so early. I think you have found the most grace-filled way to fill your time until 5.
Katie