What could I do less of? Oh boy, where do I even start? First off, I could overthink less—like, way less. I mean, if overthinking were an Olympic sport, I’d have a gold medal in every category. From “What did they really mean by that text?” to “Am I blinking too loudly?”—yes, that’s a thing in my head—I’ve got it all covered. Honestly, my brain is like a hamster wheel, but the hamster is caffeinated and running for its life.
Then there’s this charming habit of downgrading myself. Oh, the talent I have for convincing myself I’m the discount version of everyone else is astounding. Like, someone tells me, “You did a great job!” and my brain goes, “Are you sure? Was that sarcasm? Did they actually mean, ‘Nice try, loser’?” It’s a full-time job keeping myself in the mediocre lane, even when there’s no traffic.
And oh, comparing myself to others? I’ve made it a daily ritual. Someone posts a picture of their fancy brunch, and I’m sitting there with my basic chai thinking, “Wow, they’re living the dream, and I can’t even decide what to wear tomorrow.” It’s like I’ve turned other people’s highlight reels into my personal self-esteem wrecking ball. Yay, me!
Let’s not forget my stunning lack of faith in my own abilities. Who needs confidence when you can question everything you do, right? I could write a book titled “Maybe, But Probably Not: The Memoirs of Self-Doubt.” I keep telling myself I’m capable, but that little inner voice is like, “Lol, nah.” What a supportive cheerleader I’ve got in there.
Oh, and here’s the kicker: I try so hard to make others happy, I forget I’m an actual human who also deserves happiness and peace. Someone’s upset? Time to launch the Neha Kalia Happiness Restoration Program. But when it’s my turn to feel joy? Oh no, let’s not bother about that—I’ll just light myself on fire to keep everyone else warm. No biggie.
So yeah, I could do less of all this nonsense. I could stop overthinking, quit comparing myself to others, and actually believe I’m enough. I could prioritize my own happiness for once without feeling like I’m committing a crime. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll stop treating myself like the punchline to my own life and start being the main character. Wouldn’t that be something?
The Thought Box 
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