A few months ago, I found myself pacing around my kitchen at 10:47 p.m., phone in hand, aimlessly scrolling. I had just finished work late... again... and was too wired to sleep, but too tired to do anything “productive.”
My wife was already in bed. I felt numb. And I remember thinking:
“Is this it? Work, scroll, repeat?”
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a good life. A solid job. A great family, friends, etc. But mentally? I was fried. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t depressed, I was just… drifting.
Everything felt loud. Overstimulated.
Even when I had free time, I didn’t really feel relaxed.
I tried the usual stuff, gym, podcasts, even meditation, but nothing stuck.
That is, until I stumbled on something I would’ve never expected to actually enjoy:
Paint-by-numbers