A small, repeatable wind-down ritual — dim light, no screens, ten slow breaths — that turned bedtime from a finish line into a gentle handoff.
For years I treated bedtime like a finish line — something I crashed into rather than arrived at. I’d work until my eyes blurred, close the laptop, and expect my brain to switch off like a light. It never did. I’d lie there cataloguing tomorrow’s tasks while the ceiling slowly came into focus.
What changed wasn’t a new mattress or a supplement or an app. It was five minutes. A small, repeatable ritual I do every night before
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