There was a time when I treated lack of sleep like a personality trait. “Oh, I can function on four hours,” I’d say. As if that was impressive. As if my body wasn’t quietly filing complaints with HR. The truth is, I wasn’t thriving. I was surviving. And not particularly cheerfully. Now add in parenting, caregiving, a kid who has his own very specific sleep opinions, a cat who believes nighttime is social hour, and perimenopause showing up uninvited like, “Hey bestie, you up?” and suddenly sleep feels like a group project no one agreed to. So this week and heading into the new year, I’m changing the goal. Not “power through.” Not “push harder.” Not “I’ll sleep when everything is done.” (Because spoiler: everything is never done.) The goal is sleep. Real sleep. The kind that makes your patience longer, your reactions slower, and your brain slightly less feral. We’re working on better wind-down routines. I’m giving myself time to get the extra thoughts out of my head before bed instead of letting them run a full TED Talk at 3 a.m. And I’m reminding myself that rest isn’t laziness. It’s maintenance. Especially when you’re parenting a child with extra needs, sleep isn’t optional. It’s foundational. When we’re rested, everything else works better. Our regulation. Our problem-solving. Our ability to laugh when things go sideways. So as we head into a new season, I’m starting here. What’s one thing you want to work on moving forward, and how much could better sleep actually help you get there? If you need me, I’ll be attempting to go to bed before my cat does. 😴💙