This feels like a weakness, because it seems in our society we aren't supposed to sleep, at least not much. A lot of people pride themselves on how early they get up and how busy they are. My firefighter friends and I used to be like this, years ago. We ground through thousand-hour overtime seasons with a smoky cough and nails that seemed permanently black from sifting through ashes looking for embers. We said flippant things like "I can sleep when I'm dead." We learned to catnap anywhere, on rocks, buses, and planes.
I don't like to admit that anything needs to change when you get older. I don't think, barring injury or medical problems, that you have to slow down, change your ways, or sit on the couch all the time. But I definitely have a new appreciation for sleep. On my day off, I think about all the things I *should* do: go hiking, go to the gym, clean the house, pull weeds. I do some of them, but first, I sleep. I do some more things and I sleep some more. And I don't feel bad about it, not really. It's been a crazy, busy summer. Even the bears are getting ready to rest.
Smoke still rises out of the forest. It's not quite over here yet, but the real danger has passed. There will be time for sleep soon.
|I look like Sleeping Beauty when I sleep. Not.|