LIFE
The African men next door decided to invite some Christmas friends over and stay up until 4am being merry and bright.
And LOUD.
Creatures were stirring above my head also. Perhaps a little toddler playing with their new tonka bob the builder truck or a nervous mother pacing the floor who let her daughter have Christmas at her father’s for the first time.
Somebody was UP. At 4am.
When somebody is up at 4am, that usually means I am, too. I’ve never been a “dead-to-the-world” type of sleeper. Oh, how I wish Jesus had bestowed me with that gift via his Divine imprinting or through his one-day pseudo-proxy, Santa Clause!
I’m tired.
It’s actually a really big breakthrough for me in the last few days that I can tell when I haven’t had enough sleep. I feel the difference in my body.
I also sense that in the year to come, I’m gonna need to be in more optimal shape. I’m no longer in a position where I can ask my body to perform Jesus-style miracles without fulling supporting and listening to its whims.
That’s what your 20s are for.
I’ve been getting baby-like to end out the year—or rather, treating myself like I’m an infant just as precious as the baby King—trying to pay attention to when I’m sleepy, when I’m hungry and when I’m ready to “do” instead of just doing automatically without thinking.
(remember, this is a blog about process.)
Nobody’s gonna treat me like Baby Jesus except for me.
I’m divorcing the Nike Motto—FOREVER. Don’t just do it. Know what you’re doing, and be deliberate about it.
And for God’s sake—seriously for the sake of the Divine that wants to manifest itself through you and in you for the benefit of all humankind—get enough sleep!