I skipped a bunch of days because I got really busy with… everything. However, what I didn’t skip was my coffee-free living. I have really mixed feelings about my 30 Days Without Coffee. I started to think why I was doing all of this for in the first place. I’m not out to prove that coffee is bad, or this is not some religious fast to show that God is more important in my life than anything. I just want to see how my body will react to not having coffee. I need sleep. I need rest, yet my body does not tell me it’s time to sleep. I get up unusually early in the morning and naturally, by 3pm, I am experiencing life in slow motion because I just want to sleep. So while I’m not out to prove anything, by virtue of living without something I’m used to, I am proving something. But, I will continue because my body is liking sleep.
Well, over the weekend I did get to sleep. Well, Saturday at least. I woke up at 7:30am. It’s been a while since I’ve done that and it felt goooood. Over the weekend I started realizing that at a certain point at night I feel my body pull towards the bed and my pillows. My body actually wants to sleep at the appropriate part of the day. When I get up in the morning, I don’t spring out of bed. It actually takes time for me to get out of bed. I’m not “jumpy” when I wake up.
It’s almost 1am and I am very tired. I had to stay up and finish a reading assignment for seminary. So now, I’m going to bed.
Thanks for reading.
Joe
