You know the feeling. Body in bed, mind still at the office, in someone’s kitchen from three years ago, in the email you should have worded differently.
It is not a focus problem. It is a closing problem. The day collected a dozen open loops and not one of them got a proper ending, so your brain keeps the file open, cycling through, waiting for resolution that is not coming at midnight.
Tonight’s session is not about silencing the thoughts. It is about giving them somewhere to wait until morning. Work tab. Relationships tab. The vague, generalised sense that you are behind on becoming yourself.
Each one gets acknowledged. Each one gets filed. The room gets quieter.
Ten minutes. No particular skill required.
