It's slightly comforting and eerie to know that the majority of the entire world's population spends about a fourth to a third of their day sleeping. Yes, some spend their days and nights toiling and only manage to catch a few Zs, if any at all. Meanwhile, lazy teenagers find themselves relishing in their summer days and sleeping in until it's almost time for supper. Here's a statistic to think about: if you live to be 80 years old, and you sleep an average of 6 hours a night, you've been asleep for 20 years of your life.
One of my favorite nights of sleep was one where I barely got any at all. A couple of weeks ago, I was on a whitewater river trip with my family. We set up camp on the rocky shore of the Colorado River with the red rocks of Moab surrounding us on all sides. Instead of taking a snooze in the traditional tent, I cozied into a little cove of rocks I found. I laid back and stared in awe of the millions of stars in the sky. That's something you don't see in Dallas.
I love sleep because I love the opportunity to lose total control of my mind and track of time... sometimes you have nightmares, other times you have the most wonderful dream and you wake up believing it's real. I love that we were created to have such creative and intricate minds that keep ticking every second of the day.
p.s. In a week I'll be dreaming on a bunk in a cabin back at K-1. I'm returning to be a counselor for the last two weeks of the summer, and I'm more than excited.