Sleep

Of all my talents, sleeping is perhaps the one at which I’m most adept.

Sure: I have some other hobbies, but sleeping is the one past-time which I appreciate most of the MBA experience. I’ve always viewed it as a sort of currency...to be hoarded with lethargic sleep-in’s during periods of inactivity, and spent with reckless abandon when special events like out-of-town visitors and weddings coincide on the same weekend.

That was the situation I found myself in this past weekend, and while I wouldn’t change a single detail from the weekend itself (it really was legendary), I had to ponder the health effects of basically not sleeping for two days straight, whilst sustaining ones-self on the sugars and carbohydrate content of mixed drinks.

I’ll admit it doesn’t sound that healthy. But spiritually it was unambiguously the right answer. For example: Wayne and Gina's wedding was sensational. Morning came too early, but I somehow managed to make it to the bus station for a hazy ride to K-W to visit with the family Sunday afternoon. I really enjoyed this brief sojourn when I able to play Uncle to my nephew and niece Callum and Wren, whom I don't see often enough.

Just when I thought the weekend was through, I arrived back at Tim’s place at 11:10pm to find that he and 5 of our friends were in the midst of a Thanksgiving dinner of their own. And while sleep would have been the most practical option at the time, I was able to trade sweet rest and rejuvenation for some more visiting with friends. Spending the currency of sleep when it was most appropriate.

And now that I’m back in Boston, I will sleep. I’ll sleep without guilt or remorse. I’ll sleep until 10:00am for the next two days, in order to arrive at finance at 10:05am, because that is the luxury or the second year of the MBA. I’ll also easily find the time to take naps as required. Prioritizing time with friends and family is the hallmark of the second year.

So here’s to sleep, and the two-year MBA. Good night.