Emails answered. Tabs closed. Lists checked. Meetings attended about other meetings. It feels good—like progress—but somehow nothing important moved an inch. It’s the illusion of motion. Like running on a treadmill while proudly announcing you’re “going somewhere.
Being busy is comforting. It protects us from asking harder questions, like: Is this even for me? or Would my life change if I stopped doing this? Productivity without direction is just noise with a calendar invite.
Sometimes the bravest move isn’t doing more—it’s stopping long enough to notice what actually matters. Less motion. More meaning. Fewer tasks that impress nobody, including your future self.
Bunny Bear approves of naps, walks, and accidentally useful boredom.
