No-Nap Streak: 0
A well-rested man is a successful man.
Growing up, I never used an alarm. I still don’t.
Alarms are demonic. When you are sound asleep, recovering from the horrors of the day before—a bad lie on 14, losing my Blistex, a girl on the island who turned out to be from West Palm Beach… you need as much time as possible to rejuvenate.
The issue is that the night ends. The day begins no matter how you’re feeling. The sun is coming up and there is nothing you can do about it.
I found myself time and time again forcing myself out of bed at noon to salvage my day. I'd drink 3 lattes, stare directly at the sun, and put Backstreet Boys on at full volume in the shower. Nothing would snap me out of the terminally fatigued state I was in.
Until I discovered the Afternoon Siesta.
A.K.A. the Nap.
I don’t think there is anything more pleasurable than stumbling onto my off-white couch at 4 pm after lunch, collapsing my head onto the cool down-feather pillow, while fully clothed in my pinstriped RL Oxford shirt, Alden loafers still on, and resting for 20 minutes (or 3 hours).
I live for my naps. I dream about my naps. They are the highlight of my day. I will cancel hot dates if they interfere with my nap window (3 to 8 pm). They are the priority.
Ignore the self-help scams. Ignore the type of man who posts reels of himself waking up at 4:45 am to leap into the cold shower, reciting his affirmations in the mirror. This man is a child. This man plays pickleball. He will expire before 50.
A well-rested man is a youthful man. A successful man. A holy man.
Laziness is a psyop. Nobody is naturally lazy. They are just fatigued. There is nothing that causes illness, wrinkles, and sliced tee shots more than being sleepy.
Become your best self. Close your eyes. Dream big. Often, and for hours at a time.
TFM