Revenge Bedtime Procrastination

In order to begin this properly, I’ll have to jump back to last weekend. Once a month, for four months, I have class on zoom, and of course, this particular class-filled weekend of the month arrived like a race car, too quick for processing. This being said, we always start off our sessions with a connection activity. Since Halloween is fast approaching, this connecting activity of course fell right into the theme. The task at hand consisted of using ChatGPT to create a potion/spell/formula to banish certain behaviors or call in others (using a prompt of course). And so we went into our little zoom breakout rooms and got to work. For the sake of time and space, I’ll spare the details of mine. Now, the time came where ChatGPT had worked its magic, and we had to share what it had produced. Someone in my breakout room sought to call in a decent sleep schedule, and this, in turn, led to a discussion about the phenomenon under the stars we like to call “Revenge Bedtime Procrastination”. It is exactly what it sounds like, procrastinating going to sleep. A week nearly rolls by, my clock reads a late hour, I trek over to my shades and peek through them, Cassiopeia greeting me with faint twinkles, Bach’s second cello suite looming in the air. I sit on my favorite, if not over worn, couch, with my mint tea in hand. Sometimes, in a world that can demand anything and everything from us, we need to cultivate moments where we can exist on our own terms. Why must the murmurs of our daily lives go silent before we listen to ourselves?