I used to be the person who told everyone everything. A new project? I’d broadcast it before the ink was dry. A fitness goal? My…
Field notes from a recovering optimizer — one dated moment, one named root, one analog alternative.
I used to be the person who told everyone everything. A new project? I’d broadcast it before the ink was dry. A fitness goal? My…
I remember the exact moment I caught myself. Phone in hand, thumb flicking upward in that mindless rhythm we all know too well. I’d opened…
I still remember the exact moment I realized social media was using me more than I was using it. I was curled up on the…
I used to think I had a pretty healthy relationship with social media. I posted with care, I engaged with purpose, I curated my feeds…
I used to think a full calendar meant a full life. Every square on my planner had to be colored in—blue for work blocks, pink…