Forced consciousness.

My daughter loves her rescue dog.
I recently watched her feed him.
Tenderly pouring his dry food into a funky looking bowl.
Molded plastic with deep, maze-like tracks.
She calls it a slow-feed bowl.
It forces her dog to work at the tiny nuggets.
Drawing them around the grooves.
And into his mouth with his tongue.
So instead of instinctively inhaling his meal.
The bowl requires him to be more conscious.
We need these types of contraptions at work.
Methods to slow people down.
To make them conscious of their mental diets.
And to help them evaluate their instinctual actions and decisions.
Because make no mistake.
We are inhaling content and ideas at an incessant pace.
And we’re beginning to suffer because of it.