When @theghelf sent me the “we’ll sleep when we’re dead” text last night to confirm a 2am alarm, I couldn’t help but reflect on how immensely grateful I am that sleep has become a consistent choice in my life again. I’m not afraid to go to bed with my thoughts anymore and I’m so removed from the girl who completely unraveled well over a month ago. That hitch in my chest has almost become dormant, occasionally trying to claw its way back up, but ultimately failing to resurface at the same magnitude. It still brings me to tears to think about the utter confusion and frustration I felt from sleep deprivation and its ugly reciprocal, anxiety. I hated the turbulence it added to certain relationships in my life and the way I dealt with them, but I’ve had to make peace with that, knowing that I can only continue to move forward and let go. So, here is to a summer filled with alpine starts, frolicking above tree line with friends, wondering if I’m tanner or just dirty (probably dirty), and laughing until the sun goes down. I think today was a really exceptional start.