The Evening Review

Seneca describes a daily court held with yourself. At night you ask what you did, what you should have done, and where anger or appetite got a vote it did not earn.

The review is short on purpose. It is not a trial meant to crush you. It is a record so tomorrow’s failure is a repeat you can see, rather than a fog you call “just how I am.”

Three questions are enough. What went well that I chose? Where did I accept a first impression too fast? What will I try once tomorrow?

The unreviewed day

Chris ends most days by scrolling until sleep. A sharp remark at lunch keeps returning, but Chris never decides whether it was unkind or merely frank. The next lunch is a copy of the last one.

An evening review would take the remark out of the scroll and put one sentence on it: what Chris was trying to do, and what Chris will do at the next table.

Try this today Tonight, write what went well, where you reacted too fast, and one thing to try tomorrow.