For a long time, I treated Saturdays and Sundays like bonus weekdays. Just extra hours to cram in whatever I didn’t finish Monday through Friday….
Field notes from a recovering optimizer — one dated moment, one named root, one analog alternative.
For a long time, I treated Saturdays and Sundays like bonus weekdays. Just extra hours to cram in whatever I didn’t finish Monday through Friday….
Somewhere along the line, my Saturdays started feeling like a race I hadn’t signed up for. There was a time when weekends meant waking up…
There’s a quiet rebellion happening in my life these days, and it starts with a single word. Two letters. A complete sentence. No. For years,…
I used to live by my planner. The spiral-bound kind, with dated boxes and a column for gratitude. I color-coded tasks, starred priorities, and drew…
I used to be the person with color-coded blocks, habit streaks, and a planner that weighed more than my laptop. Every morning started with a…