I notice my brain still defaults to planning how to 'optimize' my downtime, even though I know that's a recipe for burnout, not actual rest. The impulse to optimize even leisure feels like a lingering scarcity mindset – as if there isn't enough joy to go around unless I squeeze every last drop. I wonder if it's less about maximizing pleasure and more about a fear of feeling 'useless' in moments of unstructured time.