It started with a feeling of being scattered and unfocused.
Waking up in the morning and struggling to be productive. Sitting at my desk and drawing a blank. Having a mountain of work to do and yet feeling like there’s no start or finish line. It was like going into a library to find a book I needed, but the library decided to change the ordering system by replacing the librarians with monkies.
And I’m a fixer, I try to find the root cause of the issue, but alas, I couldn’t find the monkies, not until I changed my approach.
I was searching for productivity hacks, focusing tricks, and articles on re-wiring my mindset, but the truth was in front of me the whole time.
It was biology, my most hated subject in school, and yet here it was, ready to save my ass — and who would have thought that sleep was the savior?
I went down a deep dark rabbit hole for mental clarity and focus, but instead, uncovered an ancient system that I had no idea existed — a discovery for me, but likely a welcome reminder for others.
