In Praise of Daylight Saving Time

Over the last few years, much has been said against the practice of daylight saving time.  It’s antiquated, it’s unnecessary, it’s confusing, it provides no benefit.  I beg to differ.  In fact, I wish to take things in the opposite direction.  Here’s why.

I personally love daylight saving time, at least the “fall back” portion of it.  Part of this has to do with my own personal bad habits.  I always stay up too late, and I’m always exhausted in the morning.  In fact, no matter when I go to bed, I feel like I’m getting up at least an hour earlier than I want to.  With daylight saving time, this problem is solved.  Go to bed at midnight, wake up at what feels like 8 a.m., but it’s actually only 7 a.m.  You’ve been gifted an extra hour of sleep!

Then that night comes.  You’re clock says it’s only 11 p.m., but it feels like midnight.  So you go to bed “early.”  Then when your alarm goes off at 7 a.m., it feels like 8 a.m., you’re refreshed and invigorated.  I basically only ever feel rested during the first week or so of daylight saving time’s “fall back.”  Which is why, in a perfect world, we would do it more, not less.

The only way I’m ever going to catch up on this sleep debt is to do daylight saving time’s “fall back” at least once a month.  If I could get an extra hour of sleep at least one weekend every month, in just five short years, I’d eventually be all caught up.

Now I don’t love everything about the daylight saving time system.  In the height of winter when it’s pitch black by 4 p.m., and still dark at 7 a.m., it’s hard not to feel like the universe hates me.  And when the godforsaken “spring forward” comes around and we lose an hour of sleep, it feels like a fate worse than death.  But that hour of extra sleep sure feels great this time of year.  And if we could do that once a month, that would be just about right.

I know, I know, if I’m so tired, why don’t I just go to bed an hour earlier, no matter what time it is?  Because…that’s just never going to happen.  Sleep is a necessary evil and there are not enough hours in the day.  Except that one magical day a year where the daylight saving system gifts me another blessed hour.  And I’ll take it, and defend it, and cherish it for as long as it lasts.

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