Eight Hours
I try to sleep about eight hours every day because I dislike feeling tired, but I have to admit that the dreamy, headache-prone state after a short night also comes with some advantages. The mind is too tired to think. Most importantly, it is too tired to overthink. Anxiety costs energy. If one barely has enough energy to move, anxiety becomes an unaffordable luxury. Too tired to worry. Too tired to consider all possible outcomes. Too tired to make one's own life more difficult than it needs to be. And, unfortunately, too tired to fully enjoy the benefits of that state. Lack of sleep is certainly not the way to get there, but it offers a preview of a life without all the self-imposed stress. I believe meditation can help to get there in a more sustainable way. Lately, my meditation practice is at a minimum. On many days, it is just one minute. But that one minute feels like a tremendous relief. Almost everything can wait for one minute. That one minute is mine, and only mine, to truly do nothing.
I should learn from this cat. It stayed in that pot all day doing nothing, and no problem.