I Wasn't Disorganized. I Was Surviving.
By Silvia Passiflora, Editor
For three days I tried to build an Apple Shortcut that would snap a photo of a receipt, fill a spreadsheet, and generate donut charts.
It didn't work.
What I figured out eventually was that I didn't actually want the automation. I wanted the calm.
The latest fix isn't always the answer if the underlying condition isn't addressed. I was chaotic — but I don't blame myself for that. I was surviving. Keeping track of receipts felt unsafe when I had so many other things to do as a business owner. That probably sounds strange. I'm not sure I fully understand it myself.
What I do know is that clearing my environment had to come first. Deleting 300 GB of pandemic-era photos and videos. Canceling subscriptions I'd forgotten I had. Finding real money sitting untouched in a Venmo account. Somewhere in all of that, the fear dissolved — and I hadn't noticed until I stopped trying to automate my way around it.
Stable is sexy.