“Babe, your eyes are red. Take you a nap.”

I can’t imagine napping when I have work to do. I have a world to change. I have goals to accomplish.

You must be kidding, right? You sleep when you’re dead. The grind don’t stop.

These are words I’ve said many times on my entrepreneurial journey. It’s part of the formula to execute. To go hard and finish so I can move on to the next thing. It’s served me well. But today? Today I let my wife’s sleepy-time seductions carry me off into Sandland, where I met the Sandman midday.

Yes, I may have needed the sleep, but I felt guilty when I woke up late. I felt like I lost the day. I lost time; I lost ground. I allowed my wife to “rock” me to sleep. It was a distraction.

I have a project I’m trying to finish. Actually, several projects. Sleeping doesn’t help me in the midst of trying to complete them. Or so I think. So I fight on.

What I’m coming to realize is that I don’t have it like I used to. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to find that everlasting motor I once had—the ability to power through anything. Physically, I realize I’m not in my old shape. But I never thought that mentally I’d hit a breaking point. It’s frustrating.

It’s distracting.

I find myself thinking more about myself than my projects. I start to wonder how I can “fix” me. How can I get back to the old Juggernaut, Lamar?

I find myself thinking more about getting that old thing back than trying to embrace this new reality: the new slower-paced, more chilled reality. A more contemplative existence.

Don’t get me wrong, I still have the drive of my younger self, but my body ain’t cooperating. I still get my same 3–5 hours of night sleep, but I find my body wants to take naps now. I fight sleep like an infant until I find myself sleeping sitting straight up for hours. It’s crazy.

But I wake up renewed and return directly back to work, without missing a beat. At least, that’s what I usually do. But today was different. I had another distraction.

The day had passed. I slept forever, and by the time I woke, my son was about to cook for the house.

Mediterranean Lamb Burritos. It was a concept I came up with, so I was very vested in making sure they were made with the flavors, seasonings, and herbs I had envisioned. So, I got up from my desk and went to the kitchen to help. My son and I made some dope “Lambritos.” The flavors came together just right.

But here I was again: distracted.

I should have been working on code and concepts. What happens if I’m slow to the market? What if I’m second and not first? Do I lose customers? Do I miss out on the bread?

While we were eating, we decided to throw on a TV show in the background. We chose Ironheart. My son had never seen it. The funny thing is, we started it and wound up binging the whole series!

What am I doing!? I don’t have time to spend with my wife and son consuming someone else’s art. I’m building my own products.

We were actually only watching the show because the sun hadn’t gone down yet. We were waiting to watch Sinners—another piece of art my son hadn’t watched, yet one my wife had seen three times in the theater (one of them at the 70mm IMAX).

After the series, it was perfectly dark. But surely I don’t need to watch this movie again; at this point, I’ve seen it more than the director. Surely, I wasn’t going to be distracted.

Not this time.

I was distracted. I had filled my whole day with frivolous endeavors. A whole day full of consumption seems gluttonous. Like I ate too much and didn’t do enough producing.

But part of my new reality is that I’ve earned a chance to chill. Thank God for all His blessings. To be honest, by the end of the day, I smiled and realized that the distraction was necessary. I need to spend time with my wife and son, cooking and just relaxing a little.

I lost the day, but gained a forever experience.

Now, tomorrow? My wife better stay far away from me! I got stuff to do.