My Favorite Hour (and It’s Not Happy Hour)

 

There’s a sacred sliver of time that hits just right. It’s not flashy. It’s not loud. It’s not meant for sharing, recording, or productivity. It’s the moment the kitchen is cleaned, the lights are dimmed, the shower is done, and the only thing left to do is nothing.

Not scroll. Not plan. Not pack. Just… exhale.

My favorite part of the day is when everything winds down, and I can finally crash into the couch with Matt and Maverick. One of us is snoring (it’s rarely me, for the record), one of us is probably still watching TV with one eye open, and one of us is a 12-pound furball who takes up more emotional space than physical.

The dishes are drying, the house smells like whatever candle I overburned, and the mental tabs I had open all day are finally shutting themselves down—one by one. No meetings. No messages. No mental gymnastics. Just the gentle unraveling of a long day, wrapped in a blanket, surrounded by my favorite people (and my very small, very spoiled dog).

That’s the version of “clocking out” I live for.

Come back tomorrow for the next scheduled topic! Thanks for spending part of your day with me :)