Staying up late is a kind of self-rescue, a way to guard the only hours where the daily battle is called off. But this late-night freedom borrows against tomorrow's reserves, making the next day feel even louder and more terrifying, which drives my need to escape again. I am realizing I don't have a discipline problem—I have just been putting out fires with gasoline because it was the only thing within reach. My body actually already knows how to find true calm through focused attention, emotional release, and self-witnessing, and the key out of this loop starts with one small morning move.
Can't wait to learn the move in part 3! 🤗