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Growing up in Darwin we always had very laid back routines. In my early years my mum, dad, nanna and grandad worked in a family business and so there were long days spent at work with dinner time often being after 7 or 8pm. This kind of laid back attitude to dinner time continued through my childhood and into my teenage years. This meant that I would regularly get to bed quite a lot later than other kids. It was a shock to us when we moved to Perth in my 16th year and discovered that the weirdo southerners would sometimes eat dinner at 5:30 or 6. Ridiculous!

I don't know if it's because of this laid back start to life but I have never really had a time that was my bedtime, even as an adult. I have a time that I know should probably be my bedtime but it comes and goes with little notice most nights. I'm also what is generally classified as a night owl, the later at night, the more productive I feel. I can often be found on my computer until 2 or 3am. Sometimes this is because I am having an insomnia episode and just can't sleep or sometimes its because I enjoy the quiet of a sleeping house and the freedom from interruptions that it provides me with.


Do you have a set bedtime and how strictly do you adhere to it?


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  1. My sleep pattern has been very similar for the past few years now, and for the similar reasons. I usually crash out around 2 or 3 pm sleep until around 11pm then spend the night researching and writing. I find that my concentration and focus is more intense due to the lack of distractions and external noises.

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