For many years, I subscribed to a very flawed definition of success, buying into our collective delusion that burnout is the necessary price we must pay. Then, in 2007, I had a painful wake-up call: I fainted from sleep deprivation and exhaustion, hit my head on my desk and broke my cheekbone. I wrote about this experience in my last book, Thrive, and as I went around the world talking about the book, I found that the subject people wanted to discuss most—by far—was sleep: How difficult it is to get enough, how there are simply not enough hours in the day, how tough it is to wind down, how hard it is to fall asleep and stay asleep, even when we set aside enough time. And since I...
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