A student announces that she's no longer drinking. At the beginning of the semester, she tells us she's known for partying, but today, she wants to stop it all. We cheer for her. Suddenly, the class feels like an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. I don't mind at all.
I tell her that my husband and I aren't drinkers. In disbelief, she smiles and asks, "You aren't? Really?" Other students chime in that they, too, have abandoned the drinking scene. Here we are, at one of the top party schools in the nation, and some students opt out.
They're seniors. It's a lifestyle they can no longer sustain.
"I need to know more people like you," she says to them. She needs to be able to imagine a world where people have nothing to recover from in the morning.
All day, I ponder choices I make that I need to recover from. It's not just over-consuming. Something as simple as staying up too late makes the morning horrible. Last night, I sit down to work, and I realize how sleep-deprived I am from the night before. Instead of working, I could get a good night's sleep.
So I go to bed. Early.
My choice to sleep seems profoundly spiritual. I wake up without needing to recover.
I love that my students are thinking about the kinds of living they can sustain. They make me think deeply about my own choices--what I can sustain for well-being, and what I can't sustain and harms me--everyday.
I want to wake up without needing to recover. That's another secret for health and mood: if I need to recover from the night before, I wasn't living with flair.