Today is the day that I dislike the most out of the whole year. Today starts eight months of struggling to get to sleep at a decent hour, of trying to wake up when I’m supposed to, and dealing with the exhaustion that weighs on me because I can’t get into a groove with sleep. I hate springing forward!
Conversely, I love falling back. That’s the one day of the year I wake up and I start singing.
It’s the MOst WONderful time of the year. Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmmmmmmmm. It’s the MOst WONderful time OF THE YEAR!
(I don’t know any of the lyrics other than that first line, which is why those words are stuck on repeat in my head.)
When I wake up in
October November to an extra hour, my body rejoices. I’m instantly able to get into a good sleep groove that lasts until the time changes again. One of these years I’m going to make the fall back weekend a sacred holiday, something similar to what Rebecca does. And one of these years I’ll take the whole week off following spring forward to give my body a chance to adjust (the idea for which was inspired by my friend Becky).
I know that as difficult as it is for me to spring forward, for some people it’s just as difficult, if not more so, to fall back. Amanda ends up with 4 months of insomnia.
So which side do you fall on? Do you love to spring forward or fall back?