The last-minute number

It was one of those nights where my brain wouldn’t shut off. I’d been scrolling through options for what felt like hours, my thumb just moving up and down the screen, not really seeing anything.

When the scrolling becomes the point

I wasn’t even looking for the best choice anymore. I was just stuck in the loop of looking. The more I scrolled, the more everything started to blur together, and the less any of it mattered.It’s a weird feeling, knowing you’re overthinking something simple. You can feel the time passing, and you just want to be done with it, but your brain won’t let you pick a lane.

Letting the wheel decide for you

So I just typed in a few of the options that were floating in my head. They weren’t perfect, but they were the ones that kept coming back. I didn’t over-explain them or justify them. I just put them down.Then I spun it. The little click of the wheel was a relief, honestly. It was a sound that meant the thinking part was over.

The quiet after the spin

And there it was. A single, simple number. It wasn’t magical, and it didn’t feel like a sign from the universe. It just was.

What you do with it

That’s the whole thing, right? You accept it. You take the number, and you move forward. The energy you were using to scroll can finally go somewhere else.