Nothing beats a good night’s sleep. You wake up in the morning, refreshed and energized. Like a cracked out linebacker, you’re ready to viciously tackle the new day. You feel awesome, unstoppable, like you’re going to accomplish every thing that you need to and then some. Everything that needs to happen is gonna happen. And all thanks to hittin the hay extra early. Right?
*insert extremely obnoxious buzzer noise here*
What I just described is what we humans like to refer to as “boring”. You may have heard the word before, used in many different ways and in various contexts, but just so we’re absolutely clear on the meaning, I’ll relay to you the exact, dictionary definition.
1. not interesting; tedious; full of suck
“I’ve got a boring job in an office”, “I’m boring and I suck”
synonyms: unvaried, unimaginative, uneventful, suckery
Got it? Good. Let’s continue.
How many times have you had this conversation while reminiscing with friends?
“Yeah man, remember that night I got a full eight hours?! Aww man, that was righteous. I was soo well rested. You were like, ‘Bro! You can’t sleep that long! That’s crazy!’ Times like those, man, times like those.”
I’m gonna go out on a very sturdy limb and say that no one, ever, has had this conversation. If you have, well, you probably suck. It just doesn’t happen. Why? Cause no one looks back on their lives and remembers the nights that they got plenty of sleep.
Go out! Do all the things that you shouldn’t be doing. Go all the places that you shouldn’t be going. Those are the times that we remember. The times that we stay up until the arse crack of dawn, the times that we hang out with friends and do stuff that we’re probably going to regret, the times that we say things that we shouldn’t, the times that we laugh at things that aren’t even funny, the times that we break stuff and don’t even care, the times that we come within a half a centimeter from getting in serious trouble, the times that we forget about anything serious or stressful, the times that we just say eff it. The times that we exchange sleep for something more. The times that we exchange sleep for life.
So make a trade. Trade a few z’s for something that’s invaluable, something that can’t have a price take hung on it. Trade a little bit of sleep for a night full of memories. And someday, when you’re old and crusty, you’ll think about that night that you didn’t get much sleep. You’ll sit back, laugh, smile, and be happy. And I’ll bet, that right now, as you’re reading this, you’re already thinking of a night where you didn’t get much sleep, a night where you stayed up late and had the time of your life. Right now, you’re laughing, smiling, and being happy.
Now, I’m not telling you to rage every night of the week. That’s just stupid. But when the time comes, stay up a little bit later. See what gifts the night has to offer. I promise, it won’t be something lame like a key-chain with your name on it or a pair of wool socks. You’ll like what the night has to give you, but more importantly, you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.
As the weekend approaches, keep what I’ve said in mind. Don’t be boring. Don’t be afraid to stay up past your bedtime. Most importantly, don’t be afraid to sleep less.