Apparently, it had the answers.

It was going to fix my gut, my finances, my mornings, my mindset, my metabolism; all in one scroll.
And yet… there it sits.
Unread. Along with 156 others.

I bought into the idea that more knowledge means more control.
That if I just read the right article, followed the right influencer, watched the right podcast, I’d finally feel better.
More balanced. More productive. More enough.

But here’s the thing I realised.
I was not short on information.
I was short on peace.

I know the best time to drink celery juice.
I know which skincare step goes before what.
I can name 5 types of attachment styles and 10 kinds of magnesium.
But I didn’t know what I was actually feeling.

I was burnt out from the pursuit of becoming “better.”
More tabs.
More tips.
More to-dos.
And every ping promised to help me “hack” life.
Even rest had a podcast. Even stillness had a checklist.

Somewhere along the way, learning stopped being about curiosity. And became about fixing myself.

I asked myself, but what if I’m not broken?
What if I don’t need one more newsletter?
What if I already know what I need and I’ve just been too busy consuming to hear it?

Read less.
Feel more.
Live first, google later.

Because maybe the most radical thing I could do in a world obsessed with self-optimization…
is just be.

So here’s a question I ask myself:
If my inbox would be wiped clean tomorrow…
Would my brain finally breathe?
Or would I just resubscribe to the chaos again.