Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about how fast everything seems to move. It’s strange — the days feel long, but the weeks disappear before I even notice. I’ve been working, helping family, trying to keep up with the little routines of life, and at some point I realised I’ve been operating on autopilot for months.

Yesterday, I did something simple: I took an hour just for myself. No phone, no messages, no noise. I walked around the neighbourhood, the kind of slow walk where you actually notice things — the sound of leaves brushing against each other, the uneven pattern of cracks in the pavement, the smell of someone cooking something warm and familiar. It felt like a tiny reset button.

I also stumbled across a piece online talking about the importance of carving out “escape moments” in everyday life — not running away, but stepping back to breathe. It reminded me of the concept behind Escape Road
, which frames the idea as finding your own path toward clarity when things feel crowded. It wasn’t a big revelation, but it nudged me to think about my habits differently.

Maybe balance doesn’t come from one big decision. Maybe it’s just a hundred small choices to pause, to listen, to pay attention.

Today, I feel a little lighter. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try again. And maybe, slowly, I’ll start feeling more like myself.