“I could never stay awake when I was that little, and I wish I could, because my brother and sister talk about those moments sometimes.” – The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I still can’t stay awake late! While in Dominican I went to bed at a reasonable hour and in Vegas the time change really did a number on me, I was in bed no later than 12! I feel like I need to go to bed early in order to wake up early. I like waking up with the sun, feeling motivated, getting a fresh start to my day, and I can’t do that if I’m tired! I hate sleeping in. There are only 24 hours in a day, why would you want to spend the ones with the sun out, sleeping?
The funny thing about the picture above is that I actually DO remember the nights where I got plenty of sleep. I hate them (sometimes). I feel like I missed out on things – I missed out on making memories. I know that I will hear the stories the next day but I bet they would be even better if I was there to witness them. I mean, I’m TWENTY-THREE! This is the prime of my life, what am I doing sleeping most of my time away? I must work on this. I need to get rid of this whole Nonna-needs-a-coffee-and-a-nap vibe I’ve been throwing out. I sometimes feel like I’m Nonna meets Sheldon…
…and that’s got to go! Not that I don’t enjoy a solid eight hours of sleep, I love waking up feeling rejuvenated, but I should stay up and have fun once in a while. And by fun, I mean something as simple as staying up late to finish watching a hockey game or a movie with the bf. Maybe it all goes back to balance. Everything is about balance, isn’t it? You have to balance your time, your friends, your work, your writing, your sleep, your family, your bf. You have to do what you want, what you love, and make time for all of it.
And when it gets too much, when you feel exhausted, get someone to sing you to sleep.