Get it when you can: the art of sleeping anywhere

In a chair.

Front seat of truck in HD parking lot.

On a bucket next to the draw works of a rig.

Standing up in a restaurant bathroom stall.

Five minutes, ten minutes—whatever I can get, whenever I can get it.

I don’t know if that’s a skill or a side effect of the life I’ve lived, but it’s served me well.

For the past eight years, I haven’t slowed down.

Up before the sun, asleep by 9.

There was a time when I convinced myself that 4-5 hours of sleep was enough—around the same time I thought I wanted to be a consultant for McKinsey or Bain.

The longest I ever worked without real sleep was 72 hours.

Offshore.

Running on fumes, hallucinating—but still performing.

That’s the oilfield for you.

Now, I’m no longer on a rig, but the pace hasn’t changed.

18-hour days are still the norm.

The hardest part of leaving the oilfield wasn’t the work itself—it was the shift in culture.

I was no longer surrounded by people who lived for the grind.

It made me wonder: Am I a workaholic?

Lately, I’ve been working alongside a group of ex-military guys who are wired just like me.

Same drive, same relentless pace.

I’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse, but one thing is certain—it’s energizing.

The biggest difference now?

The mission is my own.

I’m not just working long hours for a paycheck—I’m building something that’s for my family.

Burnout isn’t an option when your family’s future depends on it.

Some of us are just built differently.

Some of us thrive in chaos.

Some of us need the mission and obscene deadlines to feel.....alive.

How hard would you push yourself to succeed?