I felt it again this morning. That distinctive buzz against my thigh while standing in line for coffee. My hand moved reflexively, muscle memory taking over before conscious thought had a chance to catch up. I’d already fished my phone from my pocket and was halfway through unlocking it before I realized there was no notification waiting. No text. No email. Nothing. My phone hadn’t buzzed at all. My brain had invented the entire sensation.…

Last Tuesday at 2:17 PM, I experienced a moment of clarity so profound it bordered on the spiritual. Sitting in my home office, twenty-seven minutes into a forty-five-minute virtual meeting about quarterly social media metrics, I realized that everything—absolutely everything—being discussed could have been communicated in a four-sentence email. The epiphany arrived as the seventh participant unmuted to “just add one quick thing” that was neither quick nor additive, and I found myself staring at…