When I was in my late 20s, I read a novella by Jerzy Kosinski.
Steps, I think it was called.
And what’s interesting is that I don’t remember anything about the plot of that novella. Rather, I remember two very distinct anecdotes from Kosinski’s 4-5 page preface.
Anecdote One: Kosinski had planned a trip to L.A., where he would be staying with his friend, Roman Polanski. Something happened along the way – something about baggage. Lost in London maybe? I forget the details I read. Suffice it to say, though, the airline’s fuck-up was a gift, as it delayed Kosinski’s arrival. Had he landed in L.A. when he was supposed to, he would have been in Polanski’s home during the night of the Manson murders.
Timing is everything.
Anecdote Two: Kosinski sleeps between 4:00 and 8:00. That is his ritual.
Okay, okay, I know what you’re thinking. Four hours sleep! That isn’t enough!
But before you get all concerned about what he was doing to his body, you need to remember, the four-hour span that exists between 4 o’clock and 8 o’clock occurs twice a day. And… they add up to eight full hours of sleep. Which was exactly what Kosinski pursued.
… When I read what I am calling “Anecdote Two,” I smiled broadly. Because, I totally relate. And I have related to that since I was a kid. I always feel tired around 4:00. Whether it's PM or AM, 4 o’clock is pretty much the time when I need to lie down for a while.
As a self-employed person, I realize that I’m lucky. I can answer to my body and soul’s unique circadian rhythms.
I also appreciate that other’s can’t.
Much of the world exists on a 9-to-5 schedule, and so most people must align with that clock, regardless of their own personal inclinations.
If you are doing that against your will, then I am sorry.
AND: if you are doing that against your will, then may I also encourage you to use this coming weekend to your advantage.
On Sunday, at 2:00 AM, we are supposed to set back our clocks, which means we get an "extra hour."
I’ve always been amused by this directive. Mainly because I think the timing is crazy, bogus, and driven by The Man.
But here’s the deal, people. Here’s what’s really happening: THIS WEEKEND, you are being given the gift of ONE HOUR.
And so, for God’s sake, if you don’t need that hour at 2 o’clock on Sunday morning, then save it!
Seriously. Use it when you need it!
As an example: do you have people coming over Sunday night for supper? Maybe due at 6:00?
Okay, then, save that hour! Save it ‘til 4:00 on Sunday afternoon. Turn back the clock then. Cool, right? Suddenly, the guests who are two hours away are actually three hours away!
The gift of time.
Seriously, don’t do it when The Man tells you to do it.
Take that hour when you need it.
Me? I always, always save that hour for Monday morning.
…Life is a gift.
A gift of time.
And once a year, we’re given an extra hour.
Personally? I don’t want to spend that hour sleeping.