I decided to elaborate this old proverb when I was thinking the other day how important sleep is. It was late at night, and I was starting to feel panicky about life: 'where is my life going? will God really provide for us? Do any of my friends REALLy like me? Am I totally on the wrong path here?'
All these irrational, worrysome thoughts just started flooding into my mind, like an open sewer in a rainstorm. Ick. Then I suddenly remembered, I'm tired. My mind does emotional cartwheels when I'm tired. I know that. Time to go to bed.
Yup. When I don't get enough sleep, I get grumpy, depressed, my body can't keep up with dance class, and every little setback seems like the end of the world. I get teary, I get rude, and if there's a worry that I could grasp onto, I will.
Which brings me to another thought: I really really don't know how new parents survive, waking up at all hours of the night. I guess I'll find out some day. But really, I commend all parents right now for getting through life and marriage and new parenthood on little to no sleep. You are AMAZING.
