Morning and Evening
I’ve always stayed up later than I should, wringing the last
moments out of the day, pouring the last glass of wine from
the bottle, reading one more chapter, having just one more
conversation. One year in my twenties, one of my New
Year’s resolutions was to stop sleeping in my clothes. I had
a terrible habit of just falling into bed, jeans and all, and I
was determined to stop that, because it seemed highly
adolescent. Several years later, in my thirties, I made
another New Year’s resolution: to start really taking care of
my face—meaning, stop using baby wipes and start using
real cleanser and moisturizer like a grown-up lady. I do it
sometimes, to be honest.
And then last year, my friend Emily—and Arianna
Huffington—taught me to wear proper pajamas, and I
consider it a breakthrough of sorts. Emily and I went to
England together—the first few nights near Windsor for a
speaking event for me, and then a night in London at the
Dean Street Townhouse, which we both agreed was one of
the very loveliest hotels ever.
In the middle of the first day, after flying all night, going
straight into meetings, then having a break to nap before
speaking that night, we went back to the hotel. I put on