I’m a night owl by trade; have been all my life. This has been known on occasion to lapse into mild insomnia (as well as some 11:59 PM blog publications) — something I once or twice turned to alcohol for aid in combating.
I sleep a lot easier now, knowing that even if restless at the onset I won’t have to essentially knock myself out with depressants in order to get to sleep. Consequently this means I can actually rouse myself in the morning (even if still not my favorite time of the day).
Furthermore, at the start of each of those days following a sound night’s rest, the most important task charged to me really is simply (or not-so-simply, but Those Days are fading fast into the fields of hazy memory that made up active use) not pick up a drink.
Relatively speaking, in the broader context of the world (which I’m trying to spend more time proactively considering)…that’s not a Tuff Life. I get to lay down at night without wondering where my next day’s full meal or clean drinking water will come from. My rest is peaceful; I don’t awake with in start in the dead of night, fearful for my safety.
Little things. Big gratitudes. Rest assured I’m not taking them for granted.