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The Sleep Challenge

Sleep is underrated in America. Perhaps if we encourage each other to rest, more dreams can be conceived in one's bedtime, and less nightmares will affect the health of our country.
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Being twenty four, married, and trying to jump-start the career of my dreams involves a lot of sacrifice. For the past months, I've been juggling my $7.50 per hour job, my marriage, my cats, my family, and everything in between. "I'll sleep when I die", was the motto I borrowed from a coffee ad. An emotional meltdown, and a copy of What Matters Now, reminded me that cemeteries are filled with bones of people like me. People that gave up their health, thinking more work equals more success, thus, a happier life. I decided my ideal living involves serenity, and peace of mind. Arianna Huffington's words, clicked with the Julie Andrews in my heart singing:

"Strength doesn't lie in numbers
Strength doesn't lie in wealth
Strength lies in nights of peaceful slumber
When you wake up
Wake up! It's healthy!"


Getting rid of Facebook, Twitter, and all other social networks, was easy. I meticulously erased these accounts, forcing myself to use valuable time on less trivial things. Feeling like a hermit because of it, and developing a comfortable schedule to work with, became hard. I chose to pursue my dreams. I chose to let go of distractions, and prioritize my time, for the things that will help me succeed. But I never convinced myself it would be easy. I had to give up staying up late with my husband, playing XBox 360, or watching two movies in a row. Now, after we eat dinner, I am off to writing. After I finish writing, I go to sleep. My new goal is a full eight hour cycle. I also learned to say no. My father, a Statistics professor, taught me it is about cost of opportunity. Some days I am fully plugged in, which means, less family time. Other days, I leave my phone in the car, because the time I grant my family, is time I deny to the rest of the world.

Another hard habit I cannot seem to break is coffee. He is both an incredible ally, and persistent opponent. I discovered one cup a day is grand -- two or more, are a disaster. If by the end of the day, my body has ingested too much caffeine, my sleep pattern is interrupted. I negotiated with myself, resorting to tea if the need for more arises.

I gained amazing insight on this matter. I have learned to feel successful, when my alarm clock sounds at eight in the morning, and I am well rested. I have more energy to think clearly, therefore, make better choices. I feel more grateful, and affable. Creativity surges visit me each day, as a result of following a simple suggestion. Work no longer seems unbearable, I take it one day at time. Perseverance is by no means a synonym of self-exploitation. Self-exploitation is by no means, a synonym of epic triumph.

Sleep is underrated in America. Perhaps if we encourage each other to rest, more dreams can be conceived in one's bedtime, and less nightmares will affect the health of our country.