It’s Wednesday evening, and you just got home from work. While in the kitchen, you grab some rice out of the pantry to start prepping to cook.
You check your phone.
Then, you remember you forgot to grab the mail, and it’s been about 3 weeks since the last time you did, so you head outside to the mailbox.
When you come back inside, you set the mail down and start doing a few dishes.
“Ah fuck, I was supposed to start cooking dinner.”
You put a pot of water on the stove and start to boil it.
You check your phone.
Then you head upstairs to change out the laundry machine.
Shit, I need to pack for this weekend.
You grab a suitcase and start tossing in clothes.
You check your phone.
Then you run back downstairs, put the rice in the pot of boiling water, and set a timer for 20 minutes.
At this point, you’re juggling 4 or 5 different activities at once and are racing against the clock to do everything you need before bed.
You’re not sure why you feel the need to do everything at once, but you do, and it’s making you feel stressed and overwhelmed.
