an evening for myself

The week leaves me tense and slightly low, the kind of tired that blurs days together until I struggle to remember what has passed. I feel drained and overstimulated, aware of how much my mind and body need care rather than more effort. Almost without thinking, I begin preparing a long bath, laying out soft towels, choosing a face mask, dimming the light, letting the house fill with a soft ambient sound. I stay there long enough for my thoughts to soften and my body to feel at ease again.

As the evening slows, I feel grateful for this familiar way back to myself.