It’s something I do now—napping that is. I do it most afternoons between two and three. Sometimes it’s earlier than that—depends on when I get up in the morning. Sometimes that’s five, sometimes that’s six.
I feel funny admitting this—to this napping business. Back in my younger days, I never took naps. I didn’t need them. Maybe when you get older, you do. I’m not going to research this—not going to over think it.
When it comes to going to bed at night, I don’t fight it. Sleeping when it’s dark out seems natural to me. Sleeping during the day doesn’t.
Around two or three in the afternoon, when that tired feeling comes over me, I try to resist it, try to talk myself out of taking a nap. I’m doing something—I’m working—and don’t want to take the time to lay down in my bed and sleep. It’s stupid to fight it, really, and lately I haven’t. My attitude when I lay down is, “Let’s get this over with.”
Usually the nap lasts between 10 and 15 minutes. These are the naps I can handle and I actually have more energy when I wake up from them. I don’t like the naps that last longer. Sometimes they’ll last for almost an hour and when I wake up from them, I feel sort of out of it—like I need coffee to wake up—like its morning somehow.
I think I’m not going to “fight” those short naps anymore, but maybe I’ll set my alarm clock to make sure I don’t “over nap.” I don’t want to start drinking coffee in the afternoon.
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OK, finished writing about this napping stuff. Just so you know, I’ll be back here on Wednesday.
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