I had been fighting insomnia for decades, but refused to take sleeping pills because I have experienced too many people get addicted to them. I had become irritable, unproductive, and generally a negative person to be around.
In researching what I needed to do to get where I wanted to be, an old adage appeared: what gets measured, changes.
Intellectually, I knew this, although I didn't necessarily want to admit it, because it would require me actually DOING something, rather than having some miracle bestowed upon me.
But I also was damaging relationships left and right, and feeling miserable in general. So, begrudgingly, I created a spreadsheet where I could track my sleep.
This consisted of:
The news startled me. But, I...