Really, where does the day go? Lately my life has been consumed with finding a new home, preparing for an impending move, and trying to get life in order in general before there’s a baby added to the mix in November. Meanwhile, I have a full time job, errands to run, etc. Every evening, by the time I get around to thinking about blogging or making a video or attacking something on my two page “to do” list, I see it’s 11:00pm. I get up at around 5:00am to get ready for work, so having already cheated myself of two hours worth of “normal sleep shift,” I opt to hit the sack instead of starting any project. Needless to say, I haven’t been riding the bike enough this year either and it’s been at least a month since I’ve gone for a run or hit the gym.
I long for the days when I could easily stay up all night working on something and still plow through the next day without being a zombie. Back then, before there was much wear and tear of this 45 year old body, before I had this damned sense of responsibility, I would stay up working on something. Sometimes this would be as important as taxes or a college exam, sometimes it would be the silliest of projects like modifying my little robot vacuum cleaner so that it wouldn’t get stuck under the couch. In those days, I could go to be crazy late and get up crazy early and still function.
Well, at least I remember those days as my being able to function on little or no sleep. It might just be possible my goofy brain has done a little historical revisionism on that matter. Regardless, if I tried staying up all night now, I’d fall asleep standing the next day.
I suppose really what I need to do is slow down on all the other crap that’s going on in my life so I can get some proper sleep and exercise. Yeah, that’s sounds ideal right? I mean, after all, when it comes to having a baby, there is no “fully prepared.” The house search is what it is… the Bay Area housing market isn’t going to change much with a refresh of the Realtor.com website. The human body functions best with a decent amount of sleep.
Yeah, except I know damn well I won’t follow that advice.