It wasn’t until my ex-wife and I split and I had the bed all to myself did I discover the pure joy of sleep.
No more snoring that could wake the dead. No more stealing the down comforter in the dead of winter, leaving me to shiver myself into a sweat. No more slaps to the face or kicks to the nether regions to jar me awake when she decided to take 95% of the bed instead of her customary 80%.
It was just sleep. 7-8 hours of beautiful, uninterrupted sleep.
What I discovered was that waking up feeling fully rested after years of getting 4-6 hours a night was better than sex. And there isn’t much better than sex.
This is an excerpt from 40@40: Learn to Love Sleep.
In celebration of my 40th birthday, I decided to write 40 blog posts to reflect on 40 of the most important lessons I have learned throughout my life. You can follow the full series here: