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

Doing these five things has made my road to living authentically clearer.