Do you remember this? The little thing I've been reluctant to do, and the thing Einstein emphasized

For the second week in a row, I’ve continued my trend of getting seven hours of sleep.

This week, I reviewed my sleeping patterns and updated my Fitbit settings to match what was happening. I also went back over how my sleep had been since 2017. Eight years of sleep data from before starting a family until now gives you some very interesting insights.

For starters, once upon a time, I had eight hours of sleep a week on average.

It cratered to around five and a half for a while and has been on a very slow road to recovery since then.

The interesting part is that now, I only need seven hours of sleep to feel pretty good…getting older I guess?

Here’s what I’ve come across this week:

BlueSky Bit - Throwback to simpler times…

Medium Moment - Drop the other shoe in getting attention.

Substack Sampling - Einstein nailed it (and it’s a surprising one if you think about it)

Prismatic Progress:

One of the interesting things about regaining a sleep schedule that doesn’t leave you feeling like you’re narcoleptic 45% of the time is the lucidity that returns.

I get more inspirations to write about than I ever thought I’d get.

All the sleep deprivation that I went through to learn the ropes when it comes to liberating your mind from some of the more indoctrinating frameworks of society is paying off (but I wouldn’t recommend this to anyone).

One of the more alarming things that I find myself realizing is my growing interest in focusing more on world history, including my own culture of origin.

As it turns out, most empires don’t last beyond the 250 year mark.

Why am I mentioning this?

Because as I’m mulling over the SAFTI Protocol and its incubation when it comes to what I want to share with my fellow engineering/introverts, I realize that some of the younger ones may want greater context as to why the message I want to hone in on might be relevant to them.

I have reservations about the status quo surviving to the end of this century.

Hell, I have reservations about it surviving the next decade, and I’m worried about my own children and their prospects for having a better life than I do. Honestly, despite all the shit that’s been going on, I’ve lived quite well and have no regrets about any of my choices in life. Sure, there are things that could’ve been better in hindsight (if I had the foresight), but like many Millennials, I’m just making the best of the choices I can see.

But at 42, I’ve seen enough and studied enough in my short life to realize that we are at a crossroads, and if we don’t prepare for what’s coming, we’ll be caught flat-footed when the cows come home.

What started as a call to adventure is beginning to feel more like it should be a call to action.

And no, I’m not all that pleased that this is choice I’m facing. I want everything to be nice and peaceful and for everyone to get along without having to worry about the future, but I can’t avoid what has been nagging at me for years now. We’re solidly in uncharted territory for the world, but the indicators are very familiar.

What would you do?