My resolution began weeks ago: GO TO BED EARLIER.
I’m staring down the final days of my final (of three) year-long maternity leaves. My body has gotten used to that delicious feeling when the alarm clock goes off… but not for me! And so, here I am writing my #RoshRes at 1:13 a.m. when I really need to get my butt in bed and re-learn how to wake up again at 5:45. A.M.
Just get. In. Bed: with a book, with a kid, even with the stupid iPhone if it means just being under the covers. Curfew. Done. Breathe. Sleep.
Sure I want to be a better person, savor each moment, eat healthier, inspire in my kids and students an insatiable curiosity about everything, finally learn how to braid a seven-strand challah, learn tai chi, master the well-turned paragraph while balancing work and home lives, unpacking a new house, and so on. But I won’t do any of it if I’m kvetching that I can’t keep my eyes open.
So: G’night, Kvellerland!