“Today, I will be productive.”
Within five minutes, my brain opened 23 tabs — none of them useful.
I had one goal: finish my to-do list.
Instead, I alphabetized my spice rack,
researched “Can plants feel shame?” and
cried over a missing Pen that wasn’t even mine.
To make it worse, I lit a scented candle called “Motivation Mist.”
It smelled like burnt hope and citrus disappointment.
Then, just as I was about to start…
I sneezed [ Bad Omen to Start ] so hard my Wi-Fi disconnected.
That’s when I knew:
The universe wasn’t rejecting me — it was filing for boundaries.
Even my plants were drooping in judgment.
One leaned over and whispered :
“Maybe productivity isn’t your love language.”
πͺ️ SURPRISE TWIST
Just as I was giving up and preparing my “I Tried” speech for my mirror…
My cat stepped on my laptop, clicked “Send,” and submitted my work to the client.
I got a thank-you bonus and a message:
“This was your best work yet!”
Moral?
Never underestimate the power of panicked plants and unplanned paws.
π‘ MORALS
☕ Trying toooooo hard can break your brain before it breaks records.
Some days, your houseplants are more grounded than you are — listen to them.
Executive dysfunction isn’t laziness — it’s a signal of cognitive overload or emotional fatigue.
Productivity without presence often results in burnout masked as busywork.
π§ Focus is a superpower… but chaos has Superman Wings too.
Sometimes, accidental success reminds us that we don’t need to micromanage every moment to create value.
πΎ When in doubt, let the cat handle it. They’ve been running the universe since Egypt.
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