I don't know what I'm doing on the internet.

Is life just a series of feeling stuck? Escapism, social media insecurity, and not having a niche (while feeling like you should probably really stick to a niche).

I am not against escapism. I think a perfectly reasonable part of building a life you love can be sometimes escaping it—emphasis on sometimes.

Lately I’ve caught myself trying to escape too much. Trying, specifically, to escape my work. Sometimes I do this by leaning into other here-and-now activities (like playing with Scout and swimming in the ocean and convincing Sean he wants a three-minute-long hug) which feels fulfilling and reminds me there is so much more to my existence than a career label or an income statement. Other times I do this by consuming books and podcasts and TV shows. When that looks like The Crane Wife or If Books Could Kill, I’m at least briefly sated. When it’s mindless, I only feel hungrier when I surface from my media feast.

The other day while Sean was physically in the office, my best intentions of writing words I’m proud of were foiled by Netflix’s Love is Blind. Wait, let me fix that passive voice: I threw away what I thought were Very Good Productivity pla…