Daytime Prep: Key factors in my day impact my experience when I go to lay my head down on my pillow at night. Specifically, morning sunlight and how much I move my body. Today is a therapeutic consulting day, so I’ll be sitting inside for most of the day. With this in mind, I start the day standing barefoot in my backyard, slowly sipping an espresso while my kids bounce on the trampoline. (The first sunlight that hits our eyes is a cue for our circadian rhythm and promotes sleep in the evening, even if it is cloudy.) To ensure I get some exercise in, I pack my consulting clothes into my backpack and ride my bike to my clinic. If I had been planning to drive, I would be trying to schedule a yoga class or taking a brisk walk at lunch.
7 p.m.: My bedtime routine starts so early because it is integrated with getting my children to sleep. I’ll spare you the long-winded details of my child-wrangling…which, despite feeling uphill, will eventually lead to sleep.
7:40 p.m.: I am lying in bed with my two sleeping darlings. In fact, it is at this time that I offer myself a relaxing moment of heartfelt meditation on them as they sleep. I listen to their rhythmic breathing and soak up their little faces. It’s a nourishing pause before I crawl out into my own nighttime routine.
7:45 p.m.: The kettle is boiling, and I’m making a cup of loose-leaf herbal tea. This feels like a brewing bookend, a ritual to contrast opening my day with freshly ground coffee.
8:07 p.m.: I join my partner in the office. As he finishes up some of his remaining tasks, I work on developing a group therapy program I’m offering later in the year. While I sometimes question the balance of working in the evening, this is my happy place, integrating psychology and yoga. However tonight I put an alarm on because I also have a full clinic tomorrow and my nervous system is still feeling weird from today. I know if I don’t put in steps to get to sleep, I’ll likely suffer emotionally tomorrow.
9:15 p.m.: The sound of a bell chimes (I like a gentle alarm) and I write out a couple of sentences to remind myself where I left off tonight.
9:17 p.m.: In the lounge room, I pull out my phone to turn on Audible. I set the timer for 15 minutes on my current read, No Bad Parts by Dr. Richard Schwartz. I roll out my Shakti acupressure mat for a solid sensory release. This isn’t something I do every night, but if I have been feeling overwhelmed it is really helpful in decreasing the likelihood I’ll end up lying exhausted, yet sleepless, in bed.
9:37 p.m.: Showers are my favorite, and I head off for mine. Nearly every night I have one. The warmth of the shower (or bath) means that when you come back out to room temperature, your body temperature drops. This is a physiological sleep cue, a way to remind your system to take you off to Never Never Land. But more than this, there is something symbolic in the ritual for me, a sense I can let the weight of the day flow down the drain. (Don’t worry, it’s a slow-flow showerhead…because I brush my teeth and wash my face in here too!)
9:55 p.m.: Turning on my bedside table lamp, I set down a glass of water and pick up my journal. Crawling into my covers, I open my journal to reflect on my day and anything else that I need space for. This is a practice that has carried me through some very tricky times, as I find the process of writing down often means my mind finds it easier to let go of. However, I have only recently returned to consistent journaling and reading because I have only recently not had a little person sleeping in my bed. A nice reminder that we can shift our rituals with our seasons. (Perhaps I’ll write this reflection in my journal!)
10 p.m.: “Hey Siri, set an alarm for 6:30 a.m.” I switch on airplane mode and set it down on my bedside table. If I wasn’t consulting tomorrow, I would have left my phone in the office, but it’s here on a wildly hopeful chance that I won’t wake to the pitter-patter of little feet racing down the hall before my alarm. I do have a sunrise alarm clock in my bedroom…. But it is another practice that saw its way to hibernation in this season of early awakenings.
10:02 p.m.: Picking up The Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak from my bedside table, I sink further into my covers. I love reading fiction in the evenings. Entering an alternate world takes me away from any sticky thoughts my mind might have been drawn to, while shifting my consciousness feels conducive to the wave of sleepiness I’ll be drifting to. This book is particularly delightful because it is spiritual nourishment woven in a love story.
10:20 p.m.: With tired eyes, I bookmark, though I’ve been known to read well into the night. (Maybe I need another alarm here too.) I turn out the light and put in my partner-side earplug. I sleep lightly, and breathing is bothersome for me. I also want to make sure I can hear if anyone does need me at night, so this is the best solution I’ve got right now.
1:20 a.m.: “Maaaaaaama. Maaammma.” Ugh, I resist leaving the comfort of my warm bed. In these moments, I find it valuable to acknowledge my resistance. I have to consciously embrace a sense of willingness as I pull back the covers and go find out what she needs. Of course, just because I’m willing doesn’t mean I enjoy it. Fortunately, it turns out to be a brief midnight(ish) bathroom break.
1:27 a.m.: Curled into my own bed, I return to the land of nod.
5:55 a.m.: With the sound of pitter-patter, two little shadows appear in the doorway. The “both/and” experiences of my day start early: I would rather still be asleep, and I love how excited they are to come say good morning.
