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.