When You Can’t Switch Off


Imagine this.

You wake up early.
The house is quiet, but your mind isn’t.
You didn’t sleep well after last night’s argument with your wife.
Your chest still feels tight from the things you didn’t say.

You grab your keys and step outside.
Your neighbor is walking his daughter to school. She holds his hand while they laugh about something small.
You look at them for a moment.
You feel a knot in your throat.

I wish I had mornings like that. I wish I had time for it.

You get in your car and rush to work.
You’re already behind and the sun isn’t even up.

You sit at your desk and try to start, but your mind is cloudy.
You open your laptop, look at your list, and nothing pulls you in.
You jump between tasks hoping clarity will land if you keep moving.
It doesn’t.

Your phone rings.
It’s your wife.
She asks when you’ll be home.
You tell her you’re not sure.
The call pulls you out of the only moment you felt close to focus.
You feel the tension rise again, the same tension from the morning.

By the afternoon you finally sit down to work on something important.
The thing you’ve been avoiding because it actually matters.
You get ten minutes in before Slack pings.
Then an email.
Then a client message asking for something urgent.
None of it is truly urgent, but it demands attention anyway.

You don’t choose your day.
It chooses you.
And you follow because you don’t know how to break the pattern.
The pressure in your body keeps growing and you don’t have the space to do anything about it.

When you get home, the noise from work is still loud inside you.
Your partner says something, but you only catch half of it.
Your child brings you a toy and you smile, but you’re not really there.
Your mind is still running through the emails you didn’t answer, the mistakes you think you made, and the things you should have said this morning.

There is a heaviness between you and the people in front of you.
You want to be with them, but you’re still somewhere else inside your head.

At night, you lie in bed and stare at the ceiling.
The tiredness feels deeper than the day.
It’s the kind that builds slowly, the kind your body carries even when you rest.

You replay everything.
The argument.
The moment with the neighbor.
The interruptions.
The way home felt distant.
You wonder if other dads have it easier.
You wonder if you’re falling behind in ways no one sees.

You close your eyes and hope tomorrow feels different.
A part of you already knows it won’t.

Now imagine the same day, lived as the man you become a few months from now.

You wake up early.
The house is quiet and your body feels settled.
You and your partner had a tense moment last night, but you talked it through before sleep.
You went to bed connected, so the morning feels clear.

You sit on the edge of the bed for a moment and let yourself arrive in the day.
You’re not in a rush.
You take a breath and feel your feet on the floor.

You grab your keys and step outside.
Your neighbor is walking his daughter to school.
They look happy.
You notice the moment and feel a warmth in your chest.

This is the direction I’m moving toward. I’m creating space for moments like that.

You get in your car and your mind feels focused.

At your desk, you look at your list and choose the task that matters most right now.
You commit to it and stay with it.
Your attention grows as you work.

Your phone rings.
Your wife asks when you’ll be home.
You answer calmly because you already know how the day will unfold.
Your clarity comes through in your voice.

As the afternoon moves on, a few messages and requests land in your inbox.
You answer the ones that need attention and leave the rest for later.
Your mind stays organized.
Your body feels relaxed.
You move from one thing to the next without losing your rhythm.

When you reach home, you pause for a breath before stepping inside.
It gives you a moment to settle.
Your partner speaks to you and you hear her with your full attention.
Your child brings you a toy and you join her on the floor.
There is a natural ease in you that carries into the room.

Later at night, you lie in bed and think back on the day.
It feels steady.
You handled what needed handling.
You stayed present.
You moved with intention.
Your choices shaped the rhythm of your day, and it shows in how your body feels.

You close your eyes and your whole system softens as you fall asleep.


You’ve just seen the same day lived in two very different ways.
Nothing in the outside world changed.
The morning was the same.
The work was the same.
The people in your life were the same.

What changed was the way your brain registered a few key moments.
Most dads don’t notice these shifts because they happen fast and deep in the background.
But they explain why some days feel impossible to turn off, and why other days feel steady even when they’re full.

There are a few signals the brain reacts to again and again.
You felt every single one of them in the two stories above, but in opposite directions. These universal triggers have been introduced by Dr David Rock in his SCARF model:

Status.
How you feel in relation to someone else.
Seeing your neighbor with his daughter can make you feel behind, or it can remind you of where you’re heading.

Certainty.
Knowing what you’re working on and when you’re done.
When this is missing, everything feels urgent.
When it’s clear, your whole system settles.

Autonomy.
Feeling that the day belongs to you.
When every alert pulls you around, you lose that sense.
When you choose your pace, your focus returns.

Relatedness.
Feeling connected to your partner and your child.
Some evenings you’re home but not present.
Other evenings you’re fully there.

Fairness.
Feeling that your load makes sense.
Some days feel heavy in a way that doesn’t feel right.
Other days feel aligned because you’re acting from intention.

These small shifts decide whether you stay switched on or feel grounded enough to lead your day.
They’re always there, shaping how you move through each moment.


5-4-3-2-1 Grounding Exercise

Most dads ask the same thing when they read these two versions of the day.
How do I catch myself before I slide into the first one.
How do I slow down enough to choose the second.

There’s a simple way to do that.
It helps when your mind is busy and your body feels tight.
You can use it in the car, at your desk, or before you step into the house.

Try this.

Look around and name five things you can see.
Then four things you can touch.
Three things you can hear.
Two things you can smell.
One thing you can taste or imagine tasting.

It doesn’t have to be perfect.
It’s just a way to bring your attention back into your body so you can take the next step with a clearer head.

Most dads feel it working in less than a minute.
Bonus: try this exercise with your toddler when he has a tantrum, it works like magic.


Most shifts start quietly. You notice yourself taking one slower breath, or answering with a bit more ease, or walking into the house without carrying the whole day with you. These small things matter. They tell you you're coming back to yourself.

If something in these two days felt close to your own life, you can write back and tell me which moment stood out. Morning, work, home, or the end of the day. I’m always curious what people see in themselves when they read these stories.

And if you want support creating more days like the second one, send me a message. We can talk and figure out what would help you right now.

P.S. If you landed here first, the letter above is just a snapshot of what changes when your nervous system settles and you move with intention. If you want support getting there, write back.


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