A few days ago someone came to my front door and knocked. I jumped out of bed, slipped into some jeans and opened the door to find a neighbor waiting for me.
“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah, but that’s okay. I can always go back to sleep.”
“But it’s after noon.”
That’s when I realized I’ve given up on any regular sleep schedule.
“I know, but I was up late last night.” I don’t think he believed me.
For years I rarely slept more than a few hours a week as I traveled almost non-stop for a company. And for years after that it was difficult for me to sleep more than three or four hours a night, just because I didn’t know how to do it. Finally I reached a five to six hour per night average, and there it stayed for about thirty years. Then things changed.
For some reason I started staying up late at night to work on projects, or read, or watch the television, etc. Then I would sleep a couple of hours and get up again to do some more of whatever I had been doing before sleeping. After a few months, I began to stay up longer and sleep later until I found myself getting up to start the day somewhere between 11am and 1pm.
Once upon a time I had no problem being at a fishing hole at sunrise. If someone said we need to be somewhere by 4am to start our hike to someplace, I was there at 3:30am. I never minded getting up very early to do something outdoors, even if it meant I could not go to bed the night before. No big deal.
Times have changed, and so have I. Recently I thought about walking across the street to catch some sunrise surf fishing. I came closer to making it there at sunset. I don’t completely understand this. I really like to fish, I just don’t like keeping a time schedule. But I decided to get my act together and do something about it.
On Wednesday last week, I gathered my surf fly fishing gear together and put it into the car so I could drive to my favorite surf fishing spot on the peninsula about a mile from where I live. Wednesday evening I went to bed early and slept straight through until 5am. At that time I got up, put on my clothes, fixed a little breakfast, sat down at my computer to check overnight emails, and dozed off until 10:30.
I hate to admit it, but this isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Nor is it the second, third, or twenty-fifth. Well, I left everything in the trunk of the car, and tomorrow I’m trying again. This time I’m really going to do it. No more excuses.
Follow up: It’s 11:15am. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. I’ve rescheduled my outing to next Tuesday.
*******I wrote this a few months ago with all intents to go fishing on Tuesday. Oh, well. Since then I moved several miles away, and I’ve been exploring new areas for fishing. Many great possibilities are within a short drive from my home. Now, if I could just get up in the morning.