I’ve been noticing that my days feel “full” in a way that doesn’t quite match the calendar. There aren’t many events or commitments, but somehow my brain feels booked up like every hour has a mental appointment.
It’s odd because I can’t point to the thing that’s taking up the most space. It’s more like lots of little tabs open, none of them dramatic enough to close everything down, but together they make it hard to think straight.
I keep wondering if this is just part of getting older or if I’m subconsciously carrying things I haven’t named yet.