I just read Kyle’s post about the 10 things she wished she could tell her past self. Well, there is no way I can think of 10 things (or even 8!) but I can think of one.
It is okay to sleep in.
I grew up on a farm, where things need to be done early in the morning. Cows need to be milked, calves need to be fed (and born!) and fields need to be planted/plowed/harvested. And all of this started around 5:30am, sometimes earlier. This means that every other weekend, throughout most of high school, I woke up at 5:00am to feed the calves. Other days of course I had to get up for school, but on the four days a month I could sleep in, I usually couldn’t.
I also had a horse from ages 10-18, so I always felt guilty not getting up and feeding her in a timely manner. I remember the horrible feeling of waking up to her hungry whinny (and could she ever whinny when she was hungry!) at around 10:30 am. Ooooh the guilt.
So I guess for my younger self, it wasn’t okay to sleep in.
But then in college, it was okay, most days (since I usually worked my schedule so I didn’t have class before, say noon!). But still that guilt and obligation to get up and work lived on. And it’s not like I’m a morning person AT ALL. In fact, it’s hard for me to even talk to people in the morning. I prefer one word answers or silence.
In Chile, sleeping in on the weekends is not only socially acceptable, it’s expected! And currently (knock on wood) I have a schedule that works for my nocturnal habits for the entire week. I can stay up until 3:00am if I want, and sleep until 11 or 12 and still be on time for work. It’s GLORIOUS.
So now I leave you, dear readers (hello there you from Valdivia!) because it’s time for me to have breakfast. Yes, breakfast at 11:30 am. 🙂