I keep a notepad beside my bed. Often, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night with a blog idea or a brilliant realization, and I know I’ll forget it by the time the alarm goes off in the morning if I don’t write it down. I know this because it happens all the freakin’ time.
Just as with a brief period of bed wetting as a very small child, the inner dialogue goes something like this: “I really should wake up and… oh, screw it. I’m too tired.” I always regret that decision. There’s nothing worse than that feeling that there’s something amazing rattling around in my head that I just can’t seem to access.
Those moments of clarity, inspiration, and/or brilliance are so rare, at least for me, that they shouldn’t be squandered. How many epiphanies have I lost to sleep? For all I know, I’ve cured cancer or come up with a strategy for peace on earth, or plotted out a Pulitzer prize-winning book. But nooooo…
It kind of makes you wonder what the world would be like if all of us kept notepads beside our beds and actually used them consistently.
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