A Season of Fewer Tabs
A Season of Fewer Tabs
I’m bad at this.
Let’s just start there.
I am not naturally good at slowing down, doing less, or deciding that something is finished. My brain is always quietly… and loudly… asking:
“Okay… but what’s next?”
Even when things are good.
Especially when things are good.
And honestly? I see the same thing happening in schools all the time.
More programs.
More data.
More emails.
More interventions.
More enrichment.
More clubs.
More reminders to “just push through a little longer.”
Somewhere along the way, “doing enough” stopped feeling like enough.
The Tab Problem
Recently I realized my brain feels like my laptop when I have too many tabs open.
Nothing is technically broken —
but everything is slower.
A little glitchy.
Slightly overheating.
Constantly humming in the background.
That’s what happens when we keep adding… without ever closing.
And here’s the part I don’t love admitting:
I often confuse being busy with being responsible.
If I’m doing more → I must be trying hard.
If I’m tired → it must mean I care.
If I can’t sleep → it’s probably because I haven’t figured it all out yet.
Spoiler: that’s not how sleep works.
What This Does to Sleep
When we don’t give ourselves permission to stop,
our brain never gets the signal that it’s safe to power down.
So at night, instead of rest, we get:
Mental replay
To-do list reruns
Conversations that already happened
Conversations that might happen
A strong urge to solve everything at 11:47 PM
It’s not because we’re bad at sleeping.
It’s because our nervous system still thinks we’re… on.
The Science (Friendly Version)
There’s a reason we stay busy — and it’s not because we love exhaustion.
From a psychological lens:
Being busy gives us predictability
Productivity provides short-term relief
Constant motion keeps us from sitting with discomfort
Our brains are wired to avoid uncertainty.
Stillness removes distraction — which means we suddenly hear the thoughts we’ve been dodging:
Am I doing enough?
What if I disappoint someone?
What if I stop and realize I’m overwhelmed?
What if… I don’t like how this feels?
Busyness becomes a coping strategy —
a socially approved one.
And in schools, this shows up as:
Over-programming
Overscheduling
Adults modeling exhaustion as commitment
Kids learning early that rest is something you earn, not something you need
When Enough Is… Enough
The hard question is never:
“What else should we add?”
The harder one is:
“What could we stop doing and still be okay?”
Or even scarier:
“What if we stopped… and nothing bad happened?”
A season of fewer tabs doesn’t mean giving up.
It means choosing intentionally.
Capacity is not unlimited — for adults or kids.
Sometimes the healthiest move
is closing something gently and saying:
“This is enough for now.”
Homework (Gentle, I Promise)
1️⃣ The Tab Audit
Write down 5 things currently taking up mental space.
Ask:
• Does this still matter?
• Is this mine to carry?
• Could this wait?
Close one tab. Just one.
2️⃣ The “Enough” Sentence
Once a day, finish:
“Today, enough looked like ______.”
No fixing.
No improving.
Just noticing.
3️⃣ The Nighttime Test
If sleep has been hard, ask:
“What am I afraid will happen if I stop thinking about this tonight?”
You don’t have to answer it.
Simply naming it is powerful.
🤍 Final Thought
I don’t have this figured out.
I’m practicing it alongside everyone else.
But I’m learning that:
Rest isn’t laziness
Slowing down isn’t quitting
And fewer tabs doesn’t mean fewer things matter
Sometimes it just means
we’re finally giving our brain — and our body —
permission to breathe.
And honestly?
That feels like enough for now.
Instead of a New Year’s Resolution, I’m Choosing a Direction
Every January, there’s a pressure to reinvent yourself.
New habits.
New routines.
A cleaner, calmer, more “together” version of you.
And look — I like growth. I like reflection. I really like a good fresh-start feeling.
But I’ve learned something about myself:
The moment my goals start sounding like rules,
I stop enjoying them.
And when I stop enjoying them?
I either rebel… or burn out.
So this year, I’m not doing strict resolutions.
I’m choosing a direction.
Not a checklist.
Not a streak.
Just a general way I want my life to lean.
The Direction I’m Aiming For
This year, I want to move toward what feels good — not in a reckless way, but in a listening way.
That looks like:
More time with people who make me feel like myself.
The ones I don’t perform for.
The ones I laugh easier around.
The ones I leave feeling grounded instead of drained.
Eating healthier — without turning food into a morality test.
More meals that actually fuel me.
More awareness of how food makes me feel.
And also…
yes — getting the milkshake sometimes.
Because joy is not a dietary failure.
Being on my phone less.
Not because phones are evil —
but because I don’t want my life to be something I scroll past.
I want more moments I’m in,
not just documenting
or distracting myself from.
None of these are rules.
They’re nudges.
Why Direction Works Better Than Resolutions
Resolutions tend to ask:
“Did you do it perfectly?”
Direction asks:
“Are you generally heading the way you want to go?”
If I eat well most days but get ice cream with a friend —
that still counts.
If I catch myself scrolling and put the phone down —
that counts.
If I choose connection over productivity once in a while —
that really counts.
A direction leaves room for being human.
How This Shows Up in Real Life
I’m not aiming for a perfectly balanced year.
I’m aiming for a year where I notice how I feel more often.
Where I ask myself:
“Do I want to be doing this right now?”
“Who do I want to share this with?”
“Is this helping — or just filling space?”
Sometimes the answer will be:
This is good.
Sometimes:
This can wait.
And sometimes:
Yes. Absolutely. Get the milkshake.
A Small Invitation (No Pressure)
If you want to try this instead of resolutions, ask yourself:
“What do I want more of this year — and what do I want a little less of?”
Not forever.
Not perfectly.
Just… more and less.
You can write it down.
Or don’t.
You’re allowed to adjust as you go.
Final Line
I’m heading into this year aiming for good people, decent food, fewer scrolls, and a little more ease.
No big promises.
Just a direction.
See you next week.
Who Cares? (In the Kindest Way Possible)
The other night after a show, a woman in the crowd shared something quietly and honestly.
She said she wished she could sing or dance in front of people—but she was too afraid of being judged.
Not “I can’t.”… “I’m scared.”
That stuck with me.
Because that fear isn’t really about singing or dancing. It’s about being seen. It’s about worrying what other people might think if we show a piece of ourselves that isn’t polished, practiced, or approved.
And it brought me back to a moment years ago when I was making art alongside a well-established artist. Her work was confident, effortless, clearly shaped by years of experience. Mine felt small in comparison.
I remember staring at my piece and thinking, Why am I even doing this?
I wanted to throw it away before anyone noticed it.
She looked at me, then at my work, and said something I’ve carried with me ever since:
“Art is for you.
This is how you see butterflies.
And that’s what matters.”
We weren’t making “good” butterflies.
We were making our butterflies.
And that’s when it clicked.
Who cares?
Not in a dismissive way.
Not in a “nothing matters” way.
But in a gentle way.
A way that says:
We’re all just working our way through life the best we can.
What “Who Cares” Really Means
When I say who cares, I don’t mean:
Stop trying
Be reckless
Nothing matters anyway
I mean:
You don’t have to carry imagined judgment
You don’t need universal approval
You’re allowed to exist imperfectly
Most of us aren’t afraid of failing.
We’re afraid of being evaluated while we try.
But here’s the truth we forget:
Everyone else is doing the same thing…figuring it out as they go, hiding their own doubts, hoping they’re “doing it right.”
Who cares if your art isn’t the best in the room?
Who cares if your voice shakes?
Who cares if your version looks different?
Not because it’s meaningless…but because it’s human.
The Science of Fear (and Why It Feels So Loud)
Fear isn’t a personal flaw. It’s biology.
Your brain’s alarm system—the amygdala—exists to keep you safe. The problem is that it reacts to social threat the same way it reacts to physical danger.
Judgment, embarrassment, rejection?
Your nervous system reads those as risk.
So when you think about:
singing
dancing
creating
sharing
Your body reacts before your logic catches up.
Fear says: “Don’t do this.”
Not because it’s dangerous,but because it’s unfamiliar.
And your brain would rather keep you comfortable than help you grow.
A Softer Way to Move Through Fear
Instead of trying to “beat” fear, try walking with it.
1. Shrink the moment
You don’t have to perform.
Create where no one else is watching.
Fear learns through experience,not pressure.
2. Name what you’re actually afraid of
Often it’s not the act itself.
It’s:
being judged
being compared
being misunderstood
Naming fear turns it from a monster into information.
3. Ask the real question
Not “Is this good?”
But “Is this mine?”
That’s where freedom lives.
4. Practice “who cares” on purpose
When the critical voice shows up, try responding with:
“Maybe. And I’ll be okay anyway.”
That’s not giving up.
That’s letting go.
The Homework (Low Pressure, High Permission)
This week, do one small thing just for you.
Sing.
Draw.
Dance.
Write.
Create.
No fixing. No sharing. No improving.
Afterward, ask yourself:
What was I worried would happen?
What actually happened?
Did the fear pass?
How did my body feel afterward?
Let the answer matter more than the outcome.
Because life isn’t about doing it perfectly.
It’s about doing it honestly.
And maybe the kindest thing we can remind ourselves is this:
Who cares?
We’re all just doing our best—
and that’s what’s important.
The Kindness That Kids Teach Us
There is something about December in an elementary school that feels electric. The hallways buzz a little louder. The artwork gets brighter. The mornings move faster. Everyone is tired and excited at the same time. The adults feel it. The kids feel it even more.
But every Wednesday morning, just when the week feels like it is sliding into the usual holiday chaos, the coffee cart rolls in and everything shifts.
They burst through the door with these huge smiles. Some of them sprint. Some walk in like they are clocking in for the best job of their lives. They grab aprons. They fix their hair. They ask who gets to push which cart. They practice their greetings. And they are so proud. So excited. So ready to make someone’s day, even if they do not fully understand how much they make mine.
It is honestly one of the sweetest things I get to witness all week.
And I forget sometimes. I forget that not every adult gets to see pure kindness in action. I forget that the joy these kids bring is not promised. I forget that their excitement to serve a cup of coffee to a teacher or hand over hot chocolate to a guest teacher is something rare. I forget that their enthusiasm is a kindness all its own.
Kids do not overcomplicate kindness. They do not plan it. They do not schedule it. They feel it and they offer it freely.
And it is not random. There is science behind why kids are so good at this.
The Science of Why Kids Are So Kind
Children are wired for prosocial behavior. Research from developmental psychology shows that even toddlers will help someone pick up dropped items or comfort someone who looks upset. Their brains are still developing the systems that support empathy, emotional regulation, and perspective-taking, but the instinct to connect is already there.
In fact:
Kids notice emotions more than adults.
Studies show that children track facial expressions, tone of voice, and emotional cues closely because they are learning how the world works through relationships. This makes them naturally tuned toward others.
Helping releases reward chemicals in a child’s brain.
Kindness activates dopamine and endorphins, which is why kids often get excited to help. The coffee cart is not just a routine. It is a weekly hit of positive reinforcement that shapes their identity as helpers.
Social modeling is powerful in schools.
Children watch adults and peers closely. When they see teachers thank them, smile at them, or show appreciation, it wires kindness as a normal part of community life. They learn that helping feels good and that they belong.
Predictable routines make kindness easier.
A simple Wednesday ritual gives kids a safe platform to practice prosocial behavior every week. They learn greetings. They learn turn-taking. They learn how it feels to brighten someone’s morning.
What feels like a small moment to us is actually building neural pathways for empathy, confidence, and connection.
The Reminder I Needed
I think about how often I take these moments for granted. How I walk into Wednesdays thinking about the meetings I have, the emails I need to answer, the reports I need to write. Then these kids show up. They look me right in the eye with complete presence and no hesitation. They are excited about a morning routine that many adults would sleepwalk through. They remind me to wake up to my own life.
Kindness is their first language. Connection is the second. They pour those things into every cup they hand out. No one trains them to care like this. They just do.
The holidays can be overwhelming for a lot of kids and adults. There is a lot to manage. A lot to feel. A lot to navigate. But the coffee cart reminds me of a truth I tend to forget. Kids do not need us to create magic for them. They already carry magic with them. All we have to do is notice it.
This time of year, when everything speeds up, the kids slow me down in the best way. They bring me back to kindness. They bring me back to presence. They bring me back to the simple joy of being part of a community that tries each day to make things better for each other.
And as we head into the rest of December, their excitement is the thing I am holding on to. It is the reminder I needed. The gentle one I probably would have missed if I had not stopped long enough to see it.
Kids teach kindness without ever trying. We just have to pay attention.
You’re Allowed to Outgrow Things
There is a strange feeling that comes from rereading the same chapter of a book again and again. At first it feels comforting. You know the lines. You know where the story is going. But eventually you start to feel it: there is nothing new to discover. The story is stuck. You are stuck. And the more you sit with it, the more you realize you are ready for the next page, even if you are nervous to turn it.
Life has chapters like that too. Seasons you have loved. Roles that once felt perfect. People or routines that helped you grow. But after a while, something shifts inside you. You learn less. You feel inspired less. You can sense yourself stretching past the edges of what used to fit. These shifts are quiet at first, but they always get louder.
That is usually the moment people freeze. We assume the familiar is supposed to last forever, even when our spirit has already begun to move on.
The Band That I Outgrew
I felt this most clearly with a band I used to be in. At one point in my life, it meant everything. It gave me belonging and direction. It helped shape who I was becoming. But as time went on, I started to feel the disconnect. The people in it wanted different things. The energy was not the same. And the part of me that used to leave rehearsals feeling alive started leaving feeling drained.
It was confusing. It was sad. It was uncomfortable to admit that something I cared about so deeply was no longer a fit for who I was becoming. It did not end in a dramatic way. There was no fight or explosion. It was simply the truth that the chapter had stopped growing with me.
Did I regret leaving in the moment? Yes. Do I still think about it sometimes? Of course. Every meaningful chapter leaves a mark. But staying would have been like rereading a page I already knew by heart. The only way forward was to let myself turn the page.
Outgrowing Something Does Not Mean It Failed
People often treat outgrowing as abandoning, but they are not the same. You can appreciate something and still recognize that it no longer fits. You can love the memories and still choose a new direction. You can be grateful for what something gave you and still give yourself permission to grow past it.
Growth looks like:
• realizing something that once filled your bucket now leaves it empty
• wanting different things than you used to
• feeling restless in a place that used to feel safe
• noticing your energy pulling you somewhere new
None of those signs mean something is wrong. They simply mean you are changing.
The Psychology of Turning the Page
Identity is not something you choose once. It is something you revise throughout your life. Your brain continuously updates based on experiences, relationships, and the values you uncover as you move forward. So when a chapter stops matching those internal shifts, you feel it.
Restlessness.
Boredom.
A tightness in your chest you cannot quite name.
A sense of living a life that used to be yours but is not anymore.
These feelings are not failures. They are invitations.
You Are Allowed to Move Forward
You do not owe the world the older version of you. You do not have to stay inside chapters that no longer feel alive. There is no award for holding onto something past its time. There is only the cost of shrinking yourself to make the past comfortable.
You are allowed to grow.
You are allowed to want something else.
You are allowed to choose the next version of yourself.
You are allowed to change the shell you have been living in.
You do not need permission, but if you want it, here it is:
You are allowed to outgrow things, even good things.
A Small Challenge
Think about one part of your life that feels like rereading the same chapter. A habit, a routine, a relationship, a commitment, or an identity you have carried for years. Ask yourself if it still matches who you are now.
Then ask the next question:
If you met yourself today for the first time, would you choose this chapter again?
If the answer is no, maybe it is time to turn the page.
The Power of Helping
Helping is more than just a word — it’s how we show kindness, build stronger communities, and make the world brighter. 🎵 The Helping Song is a fun reminder for kids (and adults!) that big or small, every act of helping matters. Adam Parker School Psychologist
As I walk home through a rainstorm, I find myself wondering what “helping” really means. Is it holding the door for someone with their hands full? Checking in on a friend just to see how they’re doing? Saying “thank you” when someone asks how you are? Helping can be all of these things and more.
Sometimes it’s as simple as a text message or a phone call. Other times, it’s devoting an afternoon to help a friend move into a new apartment, knowing your only reward will be a sore back and a slice of pizza. At its core, helping is about showing up for others—friends, strangers, and anyone who needs it.
Why Helping Matters
When we help, we’re not just making someone else’s day easier. We’re building stronger connections and healthier communities. Helping is contagious—it inspires others to step up too. A small act of kindness can ripple outward, making our classrooms, neighborhoods, and families more supportive and joyful places.
Helping in Education
Education is often called a “helping profession.” Teachers, psychologists, social workers, and principals devote their time and energy to guiding young minds forward. Much of our work is about teaching lessons we’ve already learned ourselves—sometimes through mistakes, sometimes through textbooks and research, and often through life experience. Helping in education means listening, encouraging, and lifting others up.
But helping in education doesn’t just come from school staff—it also comes from parents. Parents are their children’s first helpers and role models, showing them what kindness and generosity look like long before they enter a classroom. Whether it’s supporting with homework, modeling respect for others, or encouraging their child to be a good friend, parents play a huge role in building a culture of helping that extends into schools and communities.
Everyday Acts of Help
Helping doesn’t always look heroic. Sometimes it’s picking up trash at the park. Sometimes it’s walking with a friend through the rain just to listen. Sometimes it’s being the sounding board someone else needs in a tough moment.
A Challenge
Find one way to help today. Maybe that’s sitting with someone at lunch who looks alone, picking up trash in the hallway, or telling a classmate “good job” after a presentation. Maybe it’s helping your younger sibling with homework or simply saying “thank you” when someone shows you kindness.
Helping doesn’t have to be big….it just has to be real. And the more we help, the more we create classrooms and schools where everyone feels like they belong.