Lights off,
Phone down,
The day has closed.
Saddle in and let the bed take you.
Breathe in and out.
Slowly.
Once more.
In and out.
In a moment you will hear a series of short lines.
You do not have to repeat them or concentrate on them.
Let them go past you like something heard through a wall.
If you fall asleep halfway through,
The track has actually worked.
Before the lines,
One thing.
Seneca examined his day every night,
Not to punish himself.
He looked at what he had done,
Hid nothing from himself,
And then he slept.
That second part is the part most of us skip.
We do the examining and then lie there doing it again and again.
So set the day down now.
You looked at it,
Or you did not,
And either way,
It is finished.
Take a breath.
And let the shoulders go with it.
Here are the lines.
I have enough tonight.
What I did today.
Was what I had.
Tomorrow.
I get more.
I cannot change what has happened.
I can meet what comes.
My worth is in how I act,
Not in what I produced today.
The things I am worrying about are mostly not happening.
I am warm.
I am safe.
Nothing is required of me for the next eight hours.
I forgive myself for today,
Honestly and then completely.
Rest is not laziness.
It is how the work becomes possible.
This bad.
This breath.
This is enough.
I am allowed to stop now.
Let the lines settle wherever they have landed.
You do not need to remember them.
They will be here tomorrow night.
Happy now.
Slow.
Enough for today.
Sleep well.