For me, evening isn't the end of the day, but its soft finale. It's like the final melody after a long concert. Sometimes we let the evening devolve into running around, phone calls, and thoughts about tomorrow. But I've found my little habits that help me breathe and feel: yes, life is beautiful.

The first of these is lighting. I turn off the bright lights and leave only a lamp with a warm, soft hue. It's like a switch in my head: time to slow down. Sometimes I light candles, and their flickering makes the space magical.

I love pouring myself some herbal tea. Every evening has its own flavor. One day it's mint and lemon balm, another, lavender and thyme. Tea for me is a signal to my body: "Now we're resting." I take the cup in my hands and feel its warmth, and this is also a small form of therapy.

Another habit is self-care. No rush, just pleasant rituals: a face mask, fragrant hair oil, a warm shower with your favorite gel. In the evening, these simple things become especially important because they help switch from "have to" to "want to."

And I also try to spend at least 10 minutes without my phone. Just a book, music, or even silence. It's not always easy, but these moments make the evening real. It's like you're reclaiming time that usually goes to waste.

Evening habits aren't about being perfect, but about small pleasures that create a sense of comfort. And it's on such evenings that I fall asleep with a smile.