Lately, my nights begin around 1:30 a.m., and my mornings start somewhere between 8:30 and 9:00. It’s not the most ideal routine, but it’s one that mirrors the way my thoughts move—restless, alive, always reaching for something just out of frame.
I’ve realized sleep is not just about rest. It’s where the body pauses but the mind sometimes lingers, wandering through memories, half-formed dreams, and ideas waiting to be born.
This rhythm may shift again—as life often does. But for now, I let the silence of late nights and the quiet hush of slow mornings hold space for my creative pulse.