For over a year, my fellow has been getting up earlier than any person in their right mind three days a week.  It was for work, and for a program that he started and really loved… but that has all but made him a crazy sleep-deprived pile of exhaustion for wayyyyy too long.  So today was his last morning.  Not forever, ideally, but for a good long while.  So that he can remember what it feels like to sleep regularly (and so that I can remember what he’s like when he sleeps regularly). 

Choosing to take care of yourself at the cost of giving up something you love is not an easy choice.  It isn’t.  And the realization that something you love is also hurting you, well - that sucks.  So today I want to acknowledge my fellow, and his courage, and his wisdom, and his strength in letting go.  I am so proud of him and so grateful to have such a smarty-pants in my life.

Three cheers for nap-time,

L