Years ago, I was very distinctly a night owl. I stayed up into absurdly late hours doing nothing of particular importance. Honestly, I could’ve easily moved my entire schedule to sensible hours that might’ve allowed me to leave work before stark darkness. However, I enjoyed, nay abused, the ultra-flex time policy to my advantage. Many ‘nights’ I stayed up until I saw the sun peek from the edges of my black-out blinds.
However, there were still a handful of times when stress legitimately kept me awake. The nights spent next to my mom, who’d never wake after a blood clot, kept me awake. Similarly, those especially important interviews disturbed my sleep. Occasionally, you make the best decision with all the information you have, and it may still haunt you.