A few years ago, my days were full and productive, yet strangely forgettable. I was meeting goals, responding quickly, and keeping pace — but rarely stopping long enough to notice how any of it felt.
This journal began as a private attempt to slow things down. To write clearly about ordinary experiences: mornings before screens, rooms that allow quiet, travel without urgency, and work done with care rather than haste.
What started as personal notes slowly became essays. Not instructions for living differently, but observations meant to help us notice what we already have and decide more deliberately what we give our attention to.
