I was feeling like I needed to do some decluttering the other day. I walked around the house, poked through closets and cabinets, even looked under the bed. I asked ChatGPT for ideas of things or places to declutter. Then I had a realization: after about two years of consistent decluttering, I don't have anything left to declutter.

Everything remaining is either going to be sold, stored, or taken with me when I move. That's when it hit me - I'm no longer in my declutter era.

You might think of it as boredom or frustration, but restlessness is often your body’s way of saying: “Enough.”

That buzzing, can’t-sit-still feeling? It’s the internal tug between what you know you should let go of and what you’re still carrying.

It’s not that you don’t have hobbies, or self-care, or escapes. It’s that those practices are happening on top of a foundation that’s still cracked. The clipboard is always waiting. The interruptions are always coming. The moment you breathe out, someone yells your name.

Restlessness isn’t about needing more to do. It’s about needing less to carry.

But real life?
It’s not that curated. It’s messy, loud, repetitive, and sometimes boring.
It’s dishes in the sink, reheated leftovers, cats puking on the rug, and texts you forgot to answer three days ago.

So if we only allow ourselves to feel joy when things are picture-perfect… how often are we really feeling it?

Be honest. I’ll wait.

One of the hardest parts of any transition is that feeling of being in between. You’re not who you were before, but you’re not quite sure who you’re becoming either.

Maybe you’ve outgrown certain beliefs, relationships, or routines, but stepping into the next version of yourself feels… uncertain.