6:02 pm It has been a lifelong struggle for me to go to bed early. By early, I mean at a normal hour of the evening… a 10 pm night is early for Ink. A 12 am evening is average, and a 1:45 am “evening” is far too common. What am I missing by sleeping later than most? Birds. I love birdsong. For a timespan of about 3-4 years, I couldn’t hear birdsong. It is pure auditory happiness for me to hear it now. It speaks of a promise fulfilled in many ways: of healing, new mornings, and rainbows after floods.
And I miss it all in the name of creativity.
That’s the side of being a night-person that I haven’t touched on yet–
The creative Sparks that fill the sky: Stars.
Another thing that’s dear to my heart; the open night sky, where the smallness of me and the hugeness of God collide in a shower of His light. I love it. I also find night to be immensely inspiring, and as such I easily find things to occupy my time until my body complains. Then I sleep and miss the 5 am birds.
Quite the dilemma. Egads.
What is to be done?
I am already living an unconventional lifestyle. Why not flip it? Stars are out at 4 and 5. Birds wake up soon after.
Perhaps I’ll get to see both of my friends, back-to-back. My body will be stronger, as night is good for the rebuilding hormones. And it will deny other hard-working-family-members of bragging rights for making the morning coffee. (My true motivation? Of course not…)
Thus begins my second life experiment: sleep-change. May it be as impactful and successful as the first change, daily writing. 6:18 pm
