I’ve had this conversation with myself more times than I’d like to admit: Why am I so tired? For a long time, my answer was just: I’m just getting older; I'm in the thick of hormonal changes; of course I’m tired. Of course my brain feels slower some days. I filed it under “things I can’t control” and moved on with my coffee in hand. Here’s the part that makes this a little embarrassing: I should have known better. I worked in healthcare for over 20 years, and one of my main j

Golden Hour You know that feeling — it’s 2 or 3pm, the morning’s momentum has worn off, and suddenly you’re just… coasting. Maybe reaching for a third coffee. Maybe scrolling on your phone without really seeing it. It’s not that you’re doing anything wrong. It’s just that the afternoon often gets treated like the forgettable middle of the day, when really, it might be the most important stretch of hours we have. I didn’t figure any of this out overnight. Some of it came from

There was a time when bedtime was my favorite part of the day. The house would finally be quiet. The dishes were done. The lights were dim. I could crawl under a warm blanket and drift off without much effort. These days, it’s different. Now, the moment my head touches the pillow, my mind seems to wake up. Conversations replay. Old mistakes resurface. Tomorrow’s to-do list starts writing itself. I think about things I can’t change, people I can’t fix, and problems that don’t