I fell asleep last night before 8 p.m.
When I woke up at midnight, I was less than happy. There was at least another four hours of productivity ahead of me, and I squandered it because I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
Sure, maybe it has something to do with the fact that I’d worked all weekend on minimal sleep trying to make some progress on fixing / updating my website. (I know this thing is a mess right now, believe me, I’m working on it.)
The website is one of several things that I’m trying to work on, as part of my goal. What’s my goal? …Not 100% sure. But I know it has to do with having a lot more art-focused work in my life, and I know THAT involves having a website.
But instead of working on it last night, I slept. When I woke up at midnight, I was mad I had wasted all that time doing nothing.
There’s so much I want to do, and never enough time as it is. I had that time, and wasted it.
But I guess sometimes your body has a way of telling you what it needs, whether your mind wants it or not.
And I guess the same is true for my website. Maybe sometimes I need to give my work a rest, too. That way when I come back at it with fresh eyes, it’ll have a way of telling me what it needs. Maybe those four hours of sleep weren’t the worst thing after all.