Tired at home, scrolling before a choice

It was one of those afternoons where the light in the room felt heavy. I was just sitting there, phone in hand, scrolling through the same product page for what felt like the tenth time. My brain felt like a browser with too many tabs open, all of them asking the same question.

The weight of a simple choice

It wasn't even a big thing. It was just a thing. A small, practical thing I thought I wanted. But the act of deciding felt like lifting a weight I didn't have the energy for. I'd read the reviews, checked the price, and then just... stalled.My thumb kept swiping up, down, up again. Looking at pictures I'd already seen. It wasn't about gathering more information anymore. It was just a loop, a way to avoid the tiny mental effort of saying 'yes' or 'no'.

Letting something else decide

I remember putting the phone down on the couch cushion. The screen went dark, and for a second, the quiet in the room felt louder. I was so tired of the back-and-forth in my own head. It wasn't about the money or the item; it was about the noise of the decision itself.That's when I thought, maybe I don't have to be the one to choose right now. Maybe the answer doesn't need to come from me, all worn out like this. The relief wasn't in getting the thing, but in stopping the thinking about getting the thing.

A quiet permission

It felt like handing off a small, annoying task to someone else. There was a strange lightness in admitting I just didn't want to carry the decision anymore.

The space after the spin

Whatever the result was, it was okay. The point was that the question was finally settled, and I could just sit in the quiet again.