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Why We Struggle to Change (And the Simple Fix That Works) I used to think change was about willpower. If I wanted to exercise more, eat better, focus longer, or wake up earlier, I just had to try harder. Push through resistance. Be disciplined. I told myself, “Just do it. No excuses.” And for a while, it worked. I’d wake up early, go to the gym, power through tasks, and feel like I was finally winning at life. ...

The Motivation Myth: Why Waiting to Feel Inspired Will Keep You Stuck For years, I waited for motivation to strike. I thought productive people had some kind of magical drive I didn’t. That one day, I’d wake up full of energy, ready to become the kind of person who exercises, writes consistently, or tackles big projects without procrastinating. Guess what? That day never came. And it never will. Because here’s the truth: ...

Some people think changing your mind is a weakness—that once you take a stance, you have to defend it forever. That certainty equals strength and doubt makes you unreliable. I completely disagree. I change my mind all the time. Not because I’m indecisive, but because I’m learning. The Art of Arguing With Yourself It’s easy to believe your opinion is right. After all, your brain worked hard to form it. ...

Why You’re Always Tired (And It’s Not Just About Sleep) For the longest time, I thought I was just tired. Not enough sleep, too much work, a 9-month-old who thinks 3 AM is party time. Classic exhaustion, right? So I did what everyone does: chugged coffee, tried to sleep more, and powered through. But no matter what I did, the fatigue never went away. I blamed it on parenthood. On work. On stress. I figured, “This is just adulthood. Everyone is tired.” ...

Why We Romanticize the Past (And Why It Keeps Us Stuck) Ever caught yourself thinking, “Things were better back then”? Maybe it’s childhood summers that seemed endless, music that just felt different, or the way life seemed simpler before everything became digital, fast, and exhausting. I do this all the time. I think about my years in Italy—the long walks, the fresh bread from the corner bakery, the feeling of time stretching endlessly. I remember the early days of the internet, when everything felt new, when logging off actually meant being disconnected. ...