We agreed on Saturday night that last week was a crazy week. Everything was a little bit off last week. People had been unusually cranky. We felt a little foggy.
For each of us, we had assumed that there was something in our lives that was askew. And there had been personal changes and challenges. As a result, we each were feeling just a tiny frustrated.
I understood. Last Monday I overslept by about an hour. Though I remembered turning the alarm on, I couldn’t remember turning it off. The late start meant I missed my morning coffee with God. Which meant that for the first time, I missed reading Psalm 19 on a Monday in 2013. And when Heather asked me about it later in the week, I couldn’t even remember Monday. The rest of the week felt like running through sieve, hitting all the grids..
As we sat together Saturday night and people started asking about the week and talking about their experiences of a difficult week, I finally realized that we had been off. About a time-change hour off.
That’s right. The time change. That single hour of lost sleep on one night. But it’s not just one night. Suddenly our habits are out of sync with the light. We wake up late several days, not just one. It’s not the one hour of sleep, It’s the disrupted routine.
It’s happens in other parts of our lives. We’ve got a routine, it is interrupted, and we’re suddenly trying to figure out why we’re out of sorts.
We’ll get back on track. We’ll learn the new routine. We’ll understand that everyone isn’t against us, they just are missing an hour of sleep, too. How?
Start again. It’s Monday. Pretend it’s January 7th again. (Only don’t set your clock back).