Sunday was the first day in what seemed like months (it’s really only been two) that I had an opportunity to sleep in. I was so tired when I crawled into bed Saturday night, I thought I might sleep until noon. The thought was glorious, but it didn’t last, I was wide awake by 6:30AM. I guess that’s my new “sleeping in” and I’m ok with that.
According to the National Sleep Foundation, adults between the ages of 26 and 64 should get 7-9 hours of sleep every night. Until a few days ago, if I didn’t get that amount of sleep (which I never do), I planned ahead to feel tired and stressed. I felt like I was failing at taking good care of myself. Inevitably, I was exhausted by mid-afternoon and dead tired by the time I got home from work. I seriously think this was all power of thought.
Fact is, I really feel pretty dang good with six hours of sleep. So, there you have it. Just because most people my age need 7-9 hours of sleep doesn’t mean I do. It’s okay that I don’t fit in that box. I hate tight spaces anyway. Boxes are overrated.