You don't need more time.
You need fewer directions.
Energy scattered across ten tabs feels like effort.
It isn't.
It's motion dressed as progress.
When attention spreads thin, nothing gets full weight.
Ideas hover. Tasks linger. The day ends tired but empty.
Focus isn't about trying harder.
It's about choosing less.
One thing at a time.
One thread followed through.
One decision given room to land.
Time multiplies when attention narrows.
The hours don't change. What fits inside them does.
You were never short on time.
You were short on stillness.