Lights out

My iPhone alarm was set for 6:05 am this morning.  At 6:38, JT was waking me up out of what I felt was a deep sleep.  I turned my alarm off without even realizing it at some point between the 5 and the 38.  Ay Caramba!  Then came the vicious scramble of showering, coffee and Atlanta traffic for an 8 am Doctor appointment.  Sleep has become a barometer for my quality of life.  I am really, really tired.  Not just I worked today tired, but crazy tired.  I remember walking through the double doors at Peachford feeling comatose from lack of sleep and trying to lay down on the plastic covered wooden bed before the nurse said, "honey, we need to make the bed first."  I didn't care.  It was my body's way of saying, "lights out."  Up until March, I never equated sleep with quality of life.  I always pushed through late night emails, setting up of my work showroom in NYC, delayed flights.  I didn't listen to my body.  Honestly, I judged my lack of energy as being lazy and not successful.  

I am learning to respect the REM cycle.  When I got home from my appointment this morning, I promptly headed upstairs and peeled back the covers and declared, "lights out."  Some of you might say that's a perk of working from home.  I look at it as a necessity after flying from Vegas to NYC and working non stop knowing I'm hopping on another flight Sunday to LA.  Sleep, just like the 3 pills on my bathroom counter, is medicine.  I will take it.

Lights out....