calendars used to feel like tiny prisons. blocks of time filled with things i didn’t remember agreeing to.
for a while, i rebelled. no schedule. no alarms. just vibes. and honestly? that was worse. missed things. forgot birthdays. said yes to everything until my body gave me the middle finger.
i started scheduling again (but less strict), for example 7am – 10am on Monday mornings for writing (even if i just stare at the wall). wednesday nights for reading in the bath. fridays for whatever. or nothing.
i started blocking time, so I can have more time to do things which I am genuinely curious to do.
a friend said to me once: “you don’t need more time. you need less noise in your time.” felt like a slap. in a good way.
some stuff that made a difference:
- stopped stacking things back to back
- color coded by how the task made me feel (red = dread, green = ease)
- switched to a paper planner. digital ones feel like spreadsheets with anxiety
- scheduled joy. like, literally wrote down “sunset” or “call someone kind”
no fancy system. just breathing room.
next post’s a little heavier. because slowing down doesn’t always feel good. sometimes it just feels loud, in a different way.