I don’t want to overstate this. I think naps are God’s greatest achievement and how we know he wants us to be happy.
Maybe that’s overstating it a little.
But after a great nap yesterday, I felt, well, great. I don’t know why I don’t nap on weekend days all the time. I don’t know why we don’t have siestas.
Because it was a classic nap. Open schedule. Clean sheets. Great temperature: not too warm, but not too cool. I was genuinely tired, but not exhausted.
I slept for about 25-30 minutes, and when I woke up I got up, rather than overnapping and getting logey for the rest of the day.
So: naps. They’re great.
Naps are hard to achieve at work.
I wish we lived in a working culture that supports naps. Yes, there’s about an article a week somewhere that talks about naps. Extolling naps’ virtues. Pointing out companies that allow naps. Joke ‘nap tips.’ But I’m skeptical about napping ever being a real, allowed thing at the office.
And frankly, I think that’s fair. I think I’d be a responsible and diligent napper. But as somebody who has worked in a lot of different offices, both as a worker and a manager, I can see how napping would be an administrative nightmare. We can barely manage lunches.
But: naps. They’re the best! My wife suffers from being a non-napper: she’s either awake, or down for the count. The idea of 30 minutes of sleep without being groggy and angry for the next few hours is foreign to her. It’s sad.
I know myself well enough to know that after-work naps are not in the cards for me. If I could lie down for 30 minutes when I get home in the evening, that would be awesome. Probably a good ‘reset’ for food and sobriety for the night as well. But it’s too late in the day; if I try to sleep past 5 I’m sleeping, not napping.
Even so. Naps. The best. Fin.