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I've started sleeping for six hours... again

24 September 2016


The last time I had done this was way back when I was freelancing- two years ago. Surprisingly, I am most active with six hour sleep cycles. I am more alert throughout the day and I'll have less distractions. But the only downside is that I crash hard at bed time. I don't mid this much, because I'll have to strictly structure my day within the eighteen hour block I get. This gives me a better control over what i do with my waking hours, so less wasting time and more productivity.

Back then however, I used to put the extra two hours of wakefulness to use by exercising and reading. Something that I strictly believe helped me immensely with productivity, concentration et al. I'm doing neither of those now. It's been only a couple of weeks since I've reduced my sleep hours, and I'm slowly slipping into a lethargic, zombie like state.

My body's adjusted itself to the new sleep timings. My mind however, is still catching up, rather erratically. The cold days haven't helped much either. Like today, I woke up at my usual time. But I did't feel like doing much, so I slumped back into bed, tossing and turning for near two hours. My eyes burned every time I blinked. It felt like the insides of my eye lids were made of sandpaper. It was weird.


I can easily switch between being a night owl and a morning worm. I have about a two week buffer to get adjusted to the change, but once that time's up I am usually good to go. However, I have found that waking up early leads to work -writing, mostly- and late nights are usually spent watching a movie/ reading. Any writing I do at night is very different from what I do in the wee hours of the morning. I used to follow a 3am- 9am routine back then, and I currently stick to a 11pm - 5am deal now.

Late night writings were more honest, less inhibited. Early morning ones are more refined, they have a better structure and sound less like incoherent ramblings. I am still unsure of which one I prefer. Or maybe I've just grown/ changed as a writer.


This blog/ journal entry sounded way cooler in my head when I was coming up with it on my bike ride home. This has been quite fun. I may do this on the regular, or I may not. 

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