To combat the previous night’s loss of sleep, I’d go to bed at 8 p.m. the next night, only to find myself wide awake at 1 a.m.
The ping-pong of sleeplessness leaves me disoriented and cranky.
I wore my crazy work hours like a badge.
“I worked 60 hours last week,” I’d say tiredly, but with a secret glee that this must mean that I was the best at what I was doing.
My disregard for a healthy work/life balance showed my dedication and loyalty to work.
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I’m at the end of the third week and I have to tell you, I’m now sleeping through the night!
I feel energized and excited to start the day.
I’ve got energy for workouts and cooking.
I feel great. And I look forward to bedtime each night.
Sweet dreams at last.