How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Nap

I was born already an old man: cardigan-wrapped and with an inherent distrust of teens. So it was only natural that, like an Argonaut to a Siren, I would be lured into napping. A decade of working from home and afternoon energy slumps set the perfect trap, and now that I’ve started, I don’t plan to stop. Once I discovered that I didn’t lose productivity—and that midday snoozes actually boosted my energy—napping became a form of self-care. But it took some work for me to get good at it.