Midlife Sleepless Nights

2:22 AM. Again. Like clockwork, I’m wide awake staring at the ceiling while my body decides that sleep is optional. The sheets are cool, but my personal summer is in full swing—who needs a thermostat when your own body can shift from Arctic chill to volcanic eruption in seconds? I reach for my laptop, surrendering to the insomnia, and start scribbling thoughts about midlife, travel, and why no one warned me that sleepless nights would come with a side of deep introspection. Maybe it's not just the hot flashes—maybe this is when the best ideas come alive.

Have you ever had a late-night wake-up call from your own thoughts? Let’s talk about it in the comments.