The thought going on in my mind since morning was that I have to post.
It felt good. And then the workday started — and I forgot about it completely.
By evening, the energy was gone.

Still, here I am. Writing.
Because I committed to carving out 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes sounds small. Anyone can find that time.
But these aren’t just any 15 minutes. They need to be productive — the kind where you actively create something instead of watching reels mindlessly.

It’s not that doom scrolling doesn’t drain energy. It does.
But it asks very little from you. Creation does.

Creation feels heavier than scrolling.

Watching someone cook in a 60-second reel gives you instant satisfaction. It looks easy. Almost obvious.
You think, I can do that too.

But when you actually cook, the same recipe takes an hour — sometimes more — from prep to plating.

Because creation needs preparation.
The right ingredients. The right tools. Mental space.
And the willingness to get it wrong.

Once you do create, though, the joy isn’t something you measure.
It’s something you feel.

Still, there’s doubt.
What if it doesn’t taste good?

Emotionally, creation is a path of uncertainty. You don’t know what something will become while you’re making it. Only after you put it out — for others to experience — does it turn into something. Sometimes even something worth repeating.

The resistance that shows up right before creating is subtle.
It’s the fear that it won’t land as well as you imagined — even when you know it will be decent.

Today, overall, was a good day.
The start of the week. I logged in and actually wanted to. I worked. I felt productive. I like days like this — not the ones filled with meetings.

I cooked today. Tried recreating a recipe from a reel.
It took over 90 minutes.

All through the day, I had ideas I wanted to write about.
And when I finally sat down — blank.

I think it’s about energy.
By the time work ends, mine is already spent.

Creation is delayed not by lack of time, but by fear disguised as low energy.