Adulting: Time to Sleep...
I’m focusing on a simple thing for this blog entry.
One thing I love about aging? Picking my own bedtime.
It’s easy to forget the days when “lights out” was decided for me. That is, until life (aka babies, early flights, middle of the night emergencies, working late) like a stern guardian, takes this luxury away. Then I’m once again brought back to that moment when it was sheer pleasure to consider my own schedule, and then delightfully decide for myself how late - or early - I’d be diving into my pajamas.