I’ve noticed that I’m doing a new thing at night which is helping me sleep.

My day is full - full of work, full of worry, full of thinking about things that are both in direct influence and definitely out of my direct influence.

Which means, when I tune into it, my energy feels splatted outwards.

Tendrils reaching into all sorts of places, some thousands of miles away, some imaginary, some far far into the future, a few into the past.

I always sit on the edge of my bed anyway to do (what I call in my head) ‘creams and pills’. Then I close my eyes and do a quick repeat of my morning meditation.

What’s new is I’m consciously drawing everything back IN.

Babes, I'm about to sleep.

There’s nothing more for me to do. The day is DONE. It serves no one for my energy to be all out THERE.

So I pull it in. I breathe my edges, my boundaries back in place.

I feel my breath, I feel my body, I ‘allow’ the world to keep on turning whilst I get ready to rest.

It’s (a) quite insightful to see how externalised I allow my day to make me and (b) how… integrated I feel when I’ve done it.

It does not mean I don’t care.

It does, however, mean I’m preserving my energy so I can go again tomorrow.