Sleeping

I love sleeping. It is not necessarily the amount of sleep, I enjoy simply the act of sleeping. I love snuggling into the covers, wrapping them around my body like a cocoon. When I was a kid and feeling sad, or wanting protection from the world, from the evil boogy men I was sure were going to break down my door or come in through my window to get me, when I wanted to not see the faces of the aliens I was confident were just waiting until my parents went to bed before they came to suck out my brains, I would roll myself up into a cocoon of blankets, bury my head under my pillow, push myself into the very corner of the bed where it meets the wall and create a protective barrier of teddy bears all before I could fall asleep, feeling safe.

It was actually long into adulthood until I began to feel safe while sleeping and able to sleep through the night in a fully dark room. Even sometimes now, when Beth is gone, I close and lock the bedroom door because I get a little scared.

Other than that, I now enjoy sleep more then I ever have in my life. For the most part, my dreams are sweet and I sleep feeling safe, loved and protected. If you had Beth, Max and Mokie all looking out for you I bet you would too =)

And it feels SOOOOOO good...soft blankets, a dark room, a cuddly wife and snuggling puppies, ahhhhh.

Funny actually that I probably sleep fewer hours then I have at other points in my life. The reason could be that the sleep is better quality so I feel more rested but I think it has more to do with the fact there is so much I want to do with my days. Most mornings of the week I get up early to exercise or to get my stuff ready so I can exercise after work, or like this morning I got up early because I was ready to return to the land of the blogging.

On the weekends, I almost always go biking Saturday mornings so I am up early, super early in the summers, to hit the trails. And on Sunday mornings if we do sleep in, we don't usually sleep much past 8:00 and then I am ready to get the day started, ready to live my life and complete everything on my to-do list from cleaning the house to meeting friends for dinner.

And I hardly take naps anymore, although I did sleep for about 30 minutes on the couch this weekend, but for the most part I would rather be "doing" stuff than sleeping.

Maybe that is what maturity is about - deciding to moderate something that is super enjoyable so you can complete other important tasks and experience other important aspects of your life.

I get out of bed, step out of something that is so super comfortable so I can experience the rest of my life, the good and the bad. For much of my life, adolescence through early 20's, my waking hours were spent "asleep" and unconscious, so even though sleeping is good, I would rather be awake.