I could probably spend less time doom-scrolling social media like a caffeinated raccoon rifling through a digital trash can. Maybe I should stop hitting snooze so many times that my alarm clock feels like it’s in a toxic relationship. Oh, and I could definitely ease up on Googling “symptoms of mild annoyance” every time someone cuts me off in traffic. Let’s be honest—my search history could use a little less melodrama and a lot more chill.