I’ve noticed this about myself recently, and it’s not something I set out to do or even realised in the moment, but there are just…fewer things that get a reaction out of me now, including those phone safety alerts, which I am sure nobody misses.
Not in a detached or “I don’t care about anything” way. More like I just don’t have the bandwidth for the same things that would have taken up space a year or two ago. And funnily, this has been showing up in very normal, everyday ways.

Stopped caring that I am the person who walks around a museum with a notebook.
I don’t feel the need to reply to everything immediately. I don’t feel pulled into every conversation or every opinion. I don’t feel the urge to explain myself or clarify things unless it actually matters.
Even at work, I’m a lot more comfortable letting certain ideas go, not chasing every opportunity, not overanalysing every piece of feedback. A couple of years ago, I think I would have told myself this is me being careless or disengaged. Now it just feels like better judgement.
And just to be clear, this isn’t about doing less or caring less about the work. It’s about not wasting that energy on things that don’t move anything forward. Or maybe just a better understanding of where my time and energy should go. I am not the same Founder I was two years ago. Duh.
Because nothing has slowed down. If anything, there’s more happening - more decisions, more noise, more expectations. You just get a lot more selective about what deserves your attention. And what doesn’t.
I’ve also realised that walking away from things doesn’t always look like a big decision. Sometimes it’s just not reacting, not engaging. Not giving something more time than it deserves. It could be something small, like not overcommitting your weekends the way you used to. Or even changing something as simple as how you eat, how you spend your time, what you say yes to.
Or maybe all of this is just my subconscious screaming at me to be my own person because I am re-reading The Fountainhead. Go figure.
M.
xx
Manuja
Not for everyone. Never was.

