insofar as I've managed to get to sleep by 9.20pm for two nights running. I've imposed an 8pm bedtime on daughter and she's been actively sticking to it, which is lovely as she obviously sees how important sleep is, not only for me but for her too. For the past fortnight she's been spaced out for the first ten minutes in the morning and I'm sure getting back into a reasonable sleep routine will give us both huge benefits.
I've felt a little better getting more than eight hours sleep. I've woken with thoughts such as 'That's more like it!' and 'Excellent!' which are a giant leap up from 'For fuck's sake, it's only Wednesday' and 'Zzzzzz'.
One of the unfortunate side effects of being too tired is that I'm not motivated to get my backside out of bed and get the day started. I used to be so good; my alarm would go off and I'd jump out of bed and straight in the shower or off for breakfast. For the past few months, however, I've lounged around on my mattress, reading the internet on my phone or letting Sky News depress me. I sincerely need to get out of this habit - and my bed - because it's limiting my productivity at home in the mornings. I'm not showering as often as I used to, I'm letting my beard grow longer more often, I'm not making daughter and I lunches like I should and I'm missing breakfast like a fool. Look how many positives there are in dragging my arse out of bed: I stay clean and fresh, I eat better and I save money on relatively expensive lunches! It's a no-brainer.
Hopefully, getting my sleep in order is the first step to recovering a lot of what's got away from me recently. It'll allow my brain to function at its peak - more like halfway up a steep hill - and give me the choice to make better decisions with greater clarity.
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