For years, I believed the problem was that I simply wasn’t organized enough. I bought planners. I made checklists. I wrote schedules. I tried to “manage my time better.” And for a little while, those things would help. Until life happened. Someone got sick. Work became overwhelming. Pain flared up. The children needed more from me. I became exhausted and ignored it until I couldn’t anymore. Then suddenly, all those unfinished lists felt like proof that I was failing. Over time, I’ve realized that many of us are trying to force ourselves to live like machines instead of human beings. Modern life pushes us toward constant productivity. We are surrounded…