I rarely sleep in — there’s part of my subconsciousness that simply doesn’t allow it, preferring to prevent me from sleeping altogether rather than oversleeping if there’s an appointment or event that I have to be awake at a particular time for. I wish that wasn’t the case, but it is; nonetheless, this morning, I woke up a good half-hour later than I’d hoped, with a deadline looming over me that I had hoped to be awake early and eager to deal with.
My reaction to this unexpected event wasn’t panic, exactly, as much as curmudgeonly resignation; I didn’t think oh my God, I won’t be able to finish it in time — the deadline in question wasn’t a self-imposed one, but instead an embargo deadline agreed in advance with an interview subject and their PR team — but, instead, well, I guess this means I’ll have to just get it done somehow. I can’t tell if that’s admirable or simply ridiculous, but it was certainly motivational: purposefully ignoring all other distractions (like, for example, writing something here first thing in the morning as usual), I rushed and made the deadline, literally, with two minutes to spare.
Of course, I am now fully expecting to find myself unable to sleep tonight as my body decides to overcompensate for this morning’s unexpected lack of self-discipline.