At some point, I realized I was spending more time maintaining my productivity system than doing actual work. Every task lived in Todoist. Every idea, thought, or half-baked insight went into Obsidian. Every recurring action relied on reminders or thin automation layers duct-taped onto the operating system. Each tool worked fine on its own. Together, they formed a workflow that felt fragmented, noisy, and oddly brittle, like a Rube Goldberg machine powered by mild anxiety.
