October 10th 2018
Today I failed to adjust my sleep pattern. Last night I went to bed at ten o’clock with the intention of getting a solid nine hours sleep. That didn’t happen.
For the past few months, I’ve been operating on between 4 and 5 hours sleep a night. Sleeping at 3, waking at 7. I’ve been okay. I haven’t felt particularly bad for it, but I get that it’s probably not particularly healthy. My problem is that if I get into bed, I just can’t go to sleep unless I’m pass-out tired. And so if I try to go to bed at 10 o’clock, I’ll just lie there restlessly writhing back and forward trying to find one position that will trick me into thinking I’m comfortable.
Usually, I’d get into bed at 3am and pass out almost instantly, so I’m not used to this concept of ‘trying to go to sleep’, but I thought I’d give it a go. It took me almost two hours to get to sleep and it was gone midnight by the time I did. Not a very successful attempt.
My logic behind this lack of sleep is that it gives me more time in a day. At the moment, with a commute, my work day is almost 12 hours long. I leave the house at 7am, and I get home at almost 7pm. If I eat dinner as soon as I get home and went to bed at, say, 10pm then I’d only actually have two hours per day to do what I wanted with my free time. Two hours. That’s no fun. And so, sleeping at 3 means that I can have more time to do what I want. I mean, usually that extra time just involves watching Netflix, but that’s Netflix I’d’ve never had time to have watched otherwise.
The ideal would be to transform that Netflix time into more productive hours working on other side-projects, and that’s how you end up as a proper success, but that’s also how you burnout. And although I want the former I don’t want the latter. And so, for now, maybe I should just sleep more. Right now, I just can’t get to sleep until at least midnight. But midnight is still an improvement on 3am.
Until tomorrow, sleep tight.