A few years ago, I was deep into active investing. My portfolio was packed with small caps, high growth plays, and turnaround bets. My watchlist had more than fifty tickers. Every night after work, I went from pre-market news to earnings calls. At the time, it felt like progress. I believed I was sharpening my edge, staying informed, staying active. But the truth is that I was exhausted. The returns were decent, but they came with a cost I never accounted for. My time was no longer mine. My mental bandwidth was stretched thin and any volatility in the market translated directly into stress and mood swings. I carried portfolio anxiety into unrelated parts of my life. Eventually, I stopped asking how much I was making and started asking how much of myself I was giving up to make it. That was when I stumbled on a simple framing that...