I want to do everything, so I do nothing - by Luisa

Five tabs sit open in my browser: an article from The New Yorker, an episode of Superstore, a video essay on YouTube about the resurgence of trad wives, a PDF I have to summarize, and a draft for my next blog. I click on links, read a few words, get sidetracked by something more appealing, and promise myself that I'll return to the content later. (I never actually do.) Every day, I wake up and scroll through social media. I try to read two pages of the book I’ve been reading for months and give up after ten minutes. I play Wordle and Connections because doing puzzles is good for my mind, right? I scroll through LinkedIn and decide I need to research master’s degree scholarships. I get overwhelmed. I close all my open tabs. At night, I lay in bed (sometimes on the floor) and think about all the options I could choose from. I want to be a writer, a poet, a counselor, a scholar, a teacher, and an actress. Learn French, Italian, and Portuguese. Bake pastries in the south of France. Watch a

Five tabs sit open in my browser: an article from The New Yorker, an episode of Superstore, a video essay on YouTube about the resurgence of trad wives, a PDF I have to summarize, and a draft for my next blog. I click on links, read a few words, get sidetracked by something more appealing, and promise myself that I'll return to the content later. (I never actually do.) Every day, I wake up and scroll through social media. I try to read two pages of the book I’ve been reading for months and give up after ten minutes. I play Wordle and Connections because doing puzzles is good for my mind, right