It always seems like you can never get “just enough” sleep. You always feel like you’ve gotten too much or too little. Or, at least, that’s how it is for me.
In my past, I would have preferred too much sleep. As a teenager, especially, I would easily get 10-11 hours on weekends and such, and I would be unconscious until 11 am. I did that almost every night during summer vacations. When I got into college, the pattern kind of continued, but I would stay up later, meaning I was getting about 9-10 hours each night. I enjoyed sleeping, and I loved that feeling of laying in bed, knowing that there was nothing so pressing that I had to get up right then.
Now, though, it’s a different story. I would much rather get too little sleep at night. Currently, I get anywhere between 5-7 hours each night, which is good for me. I tend to be a little tired sometimes, but I have so much to do. I would rather wake up early so that I can get a lot of chores and errands done. Oh, and writing of course.
It’s gotten to the point that I feel like I’ve wasted my whole day if I don’t wake up until 8 am. I feel myself wanting to be up by 6:30 so that I can eat breakfast peacefully, spend a little time relaxing, then jump into my day full force. But, if I wake up at 8, that means I feel rushed to get through my morning routine so that I can still accomplish everything I want to.
Plus, I’ve come to love mornings. I like waking up when the sun is just coming over the horizon, giving everything a shadowy, cool look. The morning air has such a different smell to it, too, and I like the crispness. So, I’d much rather be waking up early, getting things done, and enjoying that time of day. Sleeping in no longer appeals to me.
Maybe I’m getting old…