Wake-up call

While eating my Lean Cuisine macaroni and cheese, I watched one segment of 60 Minutes, a segment on the importance of sleep. I don’t have to tell you what it said: Sleep is important, get enough sleep, blah blah blah. I usually get six or seven hours a night, almost never the recommended eight. Not only do I like sleep, but I understand the importance of it. (I’m not one of those, “Eh, scientists—what do they know?” types.) And yet I never get enough sleep.

I also know how good I feel when I take an hour out of my day to go for a walk or get some form of exercise. I feel really good, actually. And yet I often have to struggle to make time for it. Even on a Sunday.

And I love photography, and I feel good when I’m doing it. Looking at Kate Hutchinson’s blog yesterday has left me with this incredulity that photography is not part of my daily life. (Reading blogs about photography doesn’t count; only photographing does.)

Why is it so hard to incorporate in my life—literally, “to put (something) into the body or substances of (something else)”—the one thing that means most to me? Sleep, exercise . . . whatever. But photography? Come on, kid. Wake up!