Let’s play with a thought experiment for a minute. A little dramatic… but stay with me... 🔥 What if you burned the pile? You know the one —the mental stack of to-dos, the obligations you said yes to out of guilt, the “shoulds,” the open tabs, the DMs you haven’t replied to, the 4,000 (do I hear 10,000? 30,000?) unread emails you swear you’ll deal with “someday.” What if you piled all of it up…struck a match…and let the whole thing go up in flames? What would happen? Would there be anything in that pile you’d actually miss? Anything truly urgent or essential… OR is most of it just noise you’ve been carrying out of habit? Would anything bad happen if you didn’t respond, fix, finish, or follow up? Or – and this is the real question – would it feel like release? Like creating a clean slate your brain hasn’t felt in years? Sometimes the reason we feel behind isn’t because we’re failing…it’s because we’re dragging around a pile of busywork that doesn’t even belong to us anymore. So today, just imagine: If you burned the pile, what would be lost? And what freedom might you gain? You don’t have to actually set anything on fire (tempting as it is 😅)…but noticing what you would burn tells you a lot about what’s still worth carrying. (Thanks to @Mike Richardson for sparking this reflection by suggesting I burn my own pile lol)

Has anyone been having fun playing with ChatGPTs new and improved image creation features? I may or may not have created holiday glam shots for me and Mike while waiting in the parking lot for soccer this morning 😜 The prompt I used (compliments of Maggie Giele) is in the comments - just copy and paste it (update your hair and such) and add a photo of yourself into a chat!

It snowed so much here yesterday and I’m having my usual love–hate moment with it ❄️😂 The kid in me is like, “It’s so magical!! Let’s go play in it!!” (right there with my 5yo, fully ready for snow angels and hot cocoa after). And then the adulting part of me remembers… oh right… shoveling the driveway, driving on ice, and the trail of wet footprints that somehow end up everywhere in the house. So I’m curious — where do you stand on snow?