Sleep: A Waste of Time

If I could write my own dictionary (hypothetically speaking of course), sleep would most assuredly be defined as just that: a waste of time. To some, I sound crazy, while to a small group of others, I probably sound like Gandhi. But for me, not sleeping has proven to be the best decision I've ever made. A decision that I didn't make. A decision that made me.

Confusing, am I right? Well, let me break it down for you. I used to hate it. Not being able to fall asleep until some ungodly hour and then still being forced to wake up at 6:47 AM for school every morning. It was terrible. Whenever September rolled around after a simply heavenly summer of being able to get at least 6 hours of sleep a night, I would dread those first school days, or to be more accurate, school nights. It's not that I hated school. I hated the idea of going to school on 2 hours and 30 minutes of sleep.

And then. I got over it. Out  of the blue, I got over it. I got WAY over it. I got so over it that I fell in love with it. You know how some people become really goofy and slap-happy the later into the night it gets? Yeah, that happens to me too. But then I made an incredible discovery. Amidst these momentary lapses of intelligence, I actually did my best thinking. Because not only did I brainstorm better than at any other time of day, but I was also able to combine this brain power with that middle-of-the-night, somehow-dry-and-saturated-at-the-same-time wit that we've all encountered at some point or another in our lives. And bam, the rest is history. Essentially, this pleasant insomnia chose me, and I owe it so many many thanks, especially for sticking with me despite all my efforts to move on. I mean, I never run out of time, I never feel the pressure to construct a bedtime schedule, and I basically have lived longer than most of my peers. Now, that's what I call a storybook life.

Have a great afternoon. The day is young.

P.S. Shout out to coffee.