I been getting up at 5 this week. In an effort to be more productive. The getting up is going great. The Productivitie remains to be seen.
I remember how much I hated sleeping when I was little. I resented the time it stole. I was forever worrying about what I was missing out on.
I don’t reallie worrie about that anymore. And I’ve never thought about why. Maybe I have too many other things to worry about. It’s a simple answer, but Occam’s Razor and all that.