You know I always thought that the idea of sleeping less as you got older was a myth. I really did. I am now, and have always been a night hawk. It isn’t unusual for me to see two a.m, often even later than that. I always needed my alarm. Without the inevitable buzzing I would sleep until noon. Without fail. Sometimes even later.
Lately however – like since I turned the dreaded 4-0 I’ve been waking up early. Without my clock. I can’t seem to sleep past 9, no matter how late I am up the night before. Some days even earlier! Last weekend I woke up just before eight *gasp* and there was no going back to sleep. (on the weekend!!)
I really didn’t expect this of me, and anyone who knew me in my younger years (my god I sound like I’m a senior citizen here) anyways they would be shocked. I could sleep through all alarms, including the fire alarm, without stirring. The Great Sleeper, who slept like the dead. Deeply and long, with great pleasure. I had a serious affair with my bed. A true, deep, lifelong love. And now I could care less. I’m apathetic. I have fallen out of love with my bed. It just doesn’t do it for me anymore. I’m shocked. I still long for the incredible emotional attachment I had with slumber.
At this rate I will be able to go without sleeping at all by the time I am sixty. Think of all the stuff I could get done…I could write, I could binge watch all the television shows I could possibly want, I could turn my bedroom into the dream library I’ve always wanted. (Although Mr. Gloria might have some issues with that – I am pretty sure he has some uses for the bedroom that don’t involve sleeping)
I’ve discovered all sorts of things that happen in the a.m – farmers markets, garage sales, a peaceful visit to the grocery store, the quiet on my back deck as the birds chirp and awaken. So many things I never expected. So much beauty in the morning.
My creative juices have also shifted, no longer writing until the middle of the night – I find myself more productive in the morning hours. What the hell is happening to me? Maybe aliens have actually taken over. Either way, I guess it is time for me to accept the things that I cannot change. To adjust my life to being a morning person. To accept the challenges that come with a lack of sleep. To accept that I am growing older and that this is a fact of life. Wow. With my lack of sleep comes a level of maturity I also find shocking. Perhaps I will become easy going, a go with the flow girl: accepting everything…nah. That’s pushing it too far.