After years of doomscrolling and passive consumption, I realized I wasn’t engaging with art—I was escaping from boredom. This post explores how I’ve been retraining my attention, reigniting critical thinking, and learning to meet good storytelling halfway. From analyzing film to letting myself rest without guilt, this is about reclaiming my relationship with art, one intentional choice at a time.

Perfectionism kills creativity. Your first draft doesn’t need to be good—it just needs to exist. Write now, fix later. Just start.