One of the luxuries I rarely get to indulge in these days is sleeping in. I am not a morning person, never have been and never will be. It’s just a part of who I am. So, sleeping in is something I love.
Unfortunately, it’s a luxury in the truest sense — something that’s often out of reach. Unattainable. And I do miss it.
Today I slept in until nearly noon.
And, since I am an adult who spends her time productively, I feel guilty. I should have done morning pages, gone through my email, or written a blog post. Instead I slept in.
Perhaps the days of sleeping in are behind me. Isn’t that a depressing thought?