You know the saying, “You can sleep when you’re dead”…?

I hate that saying.

You know why? Cuz if I don’t sleep, I wish I was dead.

I’m a minimum of nine hours, but sometimes 12 hour sleeper. If I don’t get that much, I’m cranky, headachy, and not good for much.

I feel some shame about that. I wish I could pop awake at 5:30 or 6 am, ready to attack the day with a To Do list five miles long.

But…I can’t.

Once in awhile I do wake up early. I take advantage of the time to read or write or work.

But most mornings, I naturally wake up between 7-8 am. And I’ve happily gone to bed between 9-9:30 pm.

I am trying to learn to be okay with this. To let go of the shame and the silent whisper of “lazy” or “unproductive.”

This is a part of some radical self-awareness I’m going through. ❤️

And I really think I sleep now to stay alive, happy, and healthy.