Thinking Travel

Wow. Going to bed at the same time each night – and before midnight! – was awesome. The week I committed to doing this I actually felt rested instead of feeling like a jet-lagged zombie all day. Go figure.

I planned to continue going to bed by 11pm after finishing this thing for week 3 — but I fell of the bedtime wagon almost immediately.

My excuse: So. Much. Work. To. Do.

So I let myself stay up late to work on projects. And wouldn’t you know it, I started feeling like a jet-lagged zombie again.

Go figure.

I nearly spit out my coffee laughing when I read this (from a blogger’s post about her battle over bedtime):

And there’s a big piece in all of this about not wanting to miss anything. I’m like the little kid—I was that little kid—who wails, “Do I have to go to bed? Can’t I pleeeeeeze stay up longer? When I grow up, I’m going to stay up as late as I want!”

This woman so gets me.

I battle my nocturnal inner child every single night. I know I should go to sleep but I let my nocturnal self sweet-talk my rational self into working a little longer, watching something on Netflix, looking for Lost spoilers, catching up on Facebook.

Then, at 6:15 the next morning my rational self wants to whack my nocturnal self. My nocturnal self promises to go to bed early that very night. Later that very night my nocturnal self sweet-talks my rational self into…you get the idea.

When I get down to it, I think forcing myself to go to bed at the same reasonable time every night makes me feel like an adult. And there’s a big part of me that doesn’t want to accept that I am, in fact, an adult.

Regardless, I’ve got to get over this. And if I’m honest with myself, I feel creative late at night, but I’m most productive early in the morning.

So. All this to say: 11pm = my new bedtime.