11/20/2025
Morning Light, Restless Nights, and the Quiet Hope of a Sunrise
For the last few nights, sleep has felt like something just out of reach — light, fragile, slipping away as soon as I start to settle. Anyone who has struggled with midlife sleep knows this feeling well… the tossing, the turning, the mind that won’t power down no matter how ready the body feels.
But last night, something shifted.
It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t long enough, but it was better. A little deeper. A little more restorative. The kind of sleep that doesn’t fix everything but gives you just enough strength to begin again.
And this morning, when I walked into the room, the sunrise was doing the same thing — peeking through, showing hints of pink and gold beneath the gray clouds… just long enough to remind me it was still there. And then, just as quickly, the clouds moved in and covered it again.
But the message stayed.
Sometimes progress looks like a small moment of light — a brief opening, a breath, a little better than yesterday. Sometimes the sun rises and then disappears… and sometimes our sleep does the same. But the light still matters. The shift still matters. The effort still matters.
This morning reminded me that healing isn’t linear. Sleep resets take time. Nervous systems unwind slowly. Hormones recalibrate in their own rhythm.
What counts is that we keep showing up:
• stepping outside for morning light
• honoring our routines
• caring for our bodies even when we’re tired
• letting the small improvements mean something
Last night’s sleep — like this morning’s sunrise — wasn’t perfect. But it was enough to remind me I’m moving in the right direction.
And sometimes, that’s all we need.