In fact, while the world is awake, I am being emptied.
The only time that I have found to refuel is when the world is sleeping. So I stay up late. Like really late. I would rather be sleep-deprived & sane, than rested & crazy. (sidebar- I attribute my ability to work on little sleep to doctoral grad school). I see bedtime as “second morning”.
I stay up late because
I want to zone-out,
to read a book,
to be creative & write a blog post,
to mindlessly scroll through Facebook,
to enjoy the silence,
to prep the next school day in peace,
I always have,
to refuel,
to connect with the part of me that isn’t just a teacher, mother, or wife,
but
“mostly, I stay up late because it is one way I stay sane in this very intense life of mothering young children. This quiet, uninterrupted time to myself fuels me in a way sleep can’t right now.”
