Good evening.
There's probably a list somewhere. Things to do. Things to buy. Things to remember.
Let it go for tonight.
The list will still be there tomorrow. It doesn't need you to carry it into your sleep.
Your only task right now is to not have tasks. To exist without an agenda. To breathe without a deadline.
The holidays bring their own kind of pressure — to prepare, to perform, to make things perfect.
But perfection isn't waiting for you tonight. Only rest is.
So release the list. Let your hands be empty. Let your mind be still.
This is Evening Wind Down. Tomorrow can handle tomorrow.