I haven’t been sleeping tremendously well recently; a mixture of teething baby, a fizzy head thanks to lots of work (for which I am grateful), a flurry of very significant life changes (for which I am also grateful), and - I suspect - the fact that I have fallen into bad habits scrolling endlessly on my phone pre-bed.
The latter is something that I despise myself for doing. I have a wonderful pile of books that I’m desperate (but too tired), to read, so I scroll. In so doing, I pollute my sacred me-time with unreasonable quantities of average to terrible content, depressing news stories, and blue light.
