Sometimes, it's like I truly believe there are more than 24 hours in a day, and that none of them need to be taken up by sleep. Two nights ago, for example. That's why I'm very proud of myself for going to bed at 1:00 am last night.
Why yes, as a matter of fact. I am a night owl.* How did you know?
It's a slippery slope my friends, and once you've stayed up too late, it can be hard to shake.
Please don't misunderstand me: I am not talking about insomnia. Once I'm in bed, I can and do fall asleep. It may take a little while, depending on how tired I am, but sleepage does occur. My problem is not that I can't sleep - it's that I sometimes have very little interest in doing so.
After all, there are books to read, games to play, closets to organize, and a myriad of other things more enticing than brushing teeth and crawling between the covers. Being the natural procrastinator that I am, this should not be a surprise.
The trick, I think, is to know your limits. Yes, I can stay up until 6 am and only take a 3 hour nap. I will be able to function just fine all day, although I may feel sleepy during my jaunt around the neighborhood for fresh air. But I really can't do that kind of thing very many days in a row before I start to get a cold, and nobody wants that.
So last night, although I could have stayed up later, I made myself go to bed just after 1 o'clock. I will be disciplined and make myself to go to bed even earlier tonight - like before it's actually tomorrow.
Isn't it interesting that people have to actually force themselves to do something that is necessary for sustaining life?**
*My brother Ben is also a night owl. And if you think we're bad, you clearly haven't met our brother Steven.
**Proof that philosophical and theological concepts can pop up anywhere.