My 6pm Bedtime

Yep, you read that title right.

There was a night this week, I had a 6pm bedtime. I made no excuses. I didn’t try to cover it up. By 6pm, I was in bed, ready to call it a day and fall asleep.

Why?

I was exhausted. That’s why. At work I had a few more meetings than I’m used to, I’m preparing for a houseful of company this weekend, I decided to tackle a few extra projects I had been avoiding outside, and like so many people, I fully enjoyed a long 4th of July weekend last weekend. My world had caught up with me.

As you can read there’s nothing overwhelming going on in my life. I have no major life problems. I’m healthy. I’m feeling balanced. I know I’m supported. I’m loved.

The reality is, sometimes a recharge is needed and when that happens, I do my best to own it. Am I proud of it? Not necessarily. I mean, who wants to go around saying, “I went to bed at 6pm last night!”?

Do I live in shame of it? Absolutely not (<– ok, maybe just a little).

Sometimes we need a 6pm bedtime to catch up with ourselves and to harvest our energy. Sometimes we need a solo walk. Sometimes we need a cocktail. Sometimes we need a trip to our favorite ice cream place.

Whatever it is you need, give yourself permission to take it. Your mind and body will thank you for it.