A month ago, after another restless night’s sleep I decided I was going to try a quick snooze in my lunch break for my sanity. Not wanting grass stains or public inspection, I decided my office was the most likely place for it, being tucked away at the end of a corridor and largely out of sight of anyone if I closed the door.
In 1999, an advertising person working for the TAC decided to turn a short sleep into something macho and practical and taught Australians to Powernap. It’s an awful term (worse that the American catnap) which reminds me of energy food bars or sports drinks. When my day starts to look like a descent into grumpyness (even on weekends), I’ve begun to anticipate and plan for snoozes ahead.
After a few trials I can conclude it’s been a success despite the balencing act across three chairs of different heights and the occasional phonecall. The shoes must be off, the wallet out of my pocket, and I can fall into a daze within two minutes (incredibly even after a coffee). I’m still trying to decide if I’m hardcore enough to stash a piece of foam onsite for a truly good snooze, but otherwise I’m waking to genuine refreshment and can focus on my work almost immediately. Try one today and let me know what happens.