Asleep.

Sleep - the forgotten medicine.  The elixir of truth, the entrance to answers, to truths, to dreams, and to remembering.

I remember myself when I sleep.

In a world where it seems there is a contest to see who can stay awake the longest, I have been a competitor.  I have won the content of self pity and the prize for someone who treats their body in the worst way possible.

I am ashamed to admit that.

I assume that my body will be there another day.  I assume that while I am in my thirties, nothing I'm doing to my body counts.  That I still have time for a do-over.  While I still believe this to be true, I believe the body is able to support even the craziest schedules and dreams, I'm not sure I'm doing myself any favors by testing my body again and again.

This weekend, I slept more than I did the entire last week.  I am refreshed, renewed, and much clearer than I have been in a while.  This body needs rest.  I give it now willingly.

I.