I found myself dragging through the days since the stay-at-home pandemic lay off hit. I was getting up early everyday with ambition and accomplishing nothing.
So I figured fuck it I might as well sleep later. Like, there’s no point in starting my day of tedious anxiety-drinking before everyone else.
Three days (or maybe 4) of sleeping 12 hours a night and I feel fantastic again. I feel like I want to run, I want to work out, I want to listen to music.
I think part of it is I’m a poor sleeper, like literally not good at it. I wake up a lot throughout the night which means I’m not sleeping very deeply.
Up before the sun and getting shit done is much more the persona I want to have but if it’s not serving me I should drop it.