This year, my hopefully attainable, New Year’s resolution is to get more sleep.
Not to work more, or to eat less, or to exercise more, but to sleep more. And I don’t just want to lie in bed, I want to sleep properly. Deep sleep, the kind that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care. The sort of sleep that means you go to bed with a knotty problem but wake up with it somehow solved. The sort where strange and inexplicable dreams wander off with your worries and leave a soft rabbit’s ear of comfort in their place. The sort of incredible sleep that actually leaves you refreshed.
So – to this end, I have ordered the Empress of mattresses. One, according to the sales woman, that will transform my sleeping habits.
Hopefully, more sleep will make me a nicer person a more disciplined person, a clearer minded person.
Hopefully, more sleep will transform my writing habits, eating habits and exercise habits too.
Ask me again in a year.