When I make wise bedtime choices like avoiding snacks, embracing hot tea, and retiring at a decent hour, I feel it in the morning.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and wonder if it’s even worth it.

I’m sure that it is.

I’m sure that my body is soaking up every bit of care I can give it and trying to make up for lost time.

So I will try it again tonight.

I’m grateful for the feeling of restorative rest.