4.02.25: Massage Gun

I bought a massage gun, convinced it would change my life. Sore muscles? Gone. Daily recovery? Dialed in. Except now it just sits there, collecting dust like every other “game-changing” gadget I’ve impulse-bought. I used it once, thought, Yeah, this is nice, and then never touched it again. It’s not that it doesn’t work—I’m just too lazy to actually use it. Feels like a gym membership for my muscles: great in theory, neglected in practice. Maybe I’ll pick it up again someday. Or maybe it’ll just stay in the drawer, silently judging me for my poor life choices.