I made a to-do list to be productive. It felt empowering—until I actually looked at it the next morning.
Somehow, it had tripled in size overnight. I don’t remember writing “organize entire life” between brushing my teeth and doomscrolling.
Now my to-do list just watches me nap like it’s disappointed but not surprised. It’s less a productivity tool, more a passive-aggressive roommate.
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