For ten years, 2015 to present, from the age of 18 to 28, I've had a habit of listing every single piece of media I've finished in order chronologically on a notepad file on my laptop. It seemed harmless at a glance but in retrospect it's made my hobbies an obligation, and with the increasing sunken cost I find it strangely difficult to pull away. But I should. Maybe I did it because I find comfort in structure and routine in my life? Maybe I did it to give me some sense of progress in a world without any? Maybe I did it to hide myself away, the illusion of progress stealing actual progress from my grasp? I don't know, right now I'm probably just doing the NoFap thing where I tell myself if I do this one simple thing all my problems will magically fix themselves. The world doesn't work like that. But maybe it's the small changes that set things right, y'know? I shouldn't get home from work stressed that I'm not making progress towards finishing a fucking novel within a set period of time. I shouldn't be making and modifying meticulous checklists on my phone optimising my fun time. Ten years is a good round number, it appeals to my insanity, it would make sense to stop this year... Should I stop? What if I lose track of how many times I've replayed my favourite games...?