H ere's an uncomfortable truth: We've turned ourselves into productivity machines. I've been observing this pattern everywhere—including me. We chase the next goal, complete it, feel that brief surge of satisfaction, then immediately jump to the next task without pause. No celebration. No savoring. Just... next. We've become uncomfortable with stillness. Guilty about relaxation. As if our worth is measured solely by our output. But here's what I'm learning: The space between