I once was nocturnal.  And frankly, I loved it… Nothing is better than the wee hours of the night – humans are sleeping, magic is unfolding. . . Ahhh. My unconventional, witchy self always leaned a bit renegade…so the space and time to manage mischief was perfection.

But…after college, those days came quickly to a halt – thank you, grown-up-hood.  

I need my sleep.  I need LOTS of it.  And I’m so restless that if I DON’T get to bed early, I’m going to be a zombie.  Likely a belligerent or over-trained one, which is woe-to-the-planent territory.  

It isn’t because I’m “old” either – I joke about that but age really IS just a number.  I feel healthy and happy…but sleep is a big part of that. Not partying, drinking, and smoking is another. (I can add in “not being in crowds engaging is such activities,” also, as that would very much result in my NOT feeling healthy.  Or happy!)

So this gave me a solid laugh…

Empaths, INFJ types, you will probably laugh silly.  Moms and dads might also, or really any regular working stiff. 😉