There is something wonderfully human about believing that one more thing will finally fix everything.

One more planner, notebook, productivity app, houseplant, cup of coffee… or one more PokΓ©mon raid.

Hope often disguises itself as doomscrolling Temu.

I think peace is not found by adding something.

Perhaps it is found by putting something down.

A grudge.
An impossible expectation.
A version of yourself that never really existed.

Perhaps halos are not something we earn.

Perhaps they are simply what becomes visible once we have stopped carrying quite so much.