Run the arithmetic once and it rearranges you. Sleep at a decent eight hours takes 56. A full-time job with its commute takes another 50. What’s left — the part that decides whether your life feels like yours — is about 60 hours. Sixty. That’s the actual budget, and most people have never seen it written down.
Two things happen the first time someone watches a real week against those 60 hours. First, the missing hours turn up — not in dramatic places, but in transitions, in scrolling, in yeses that were never priced. Second, and stranger: the shame goes down, not up. A number is calmer than a feeling. “I gave 11 hours to my phone” is something you can work with; “I waste my life” is not.
You don’t need a system yet. You need one honest week of watching — that’s the whole first assignment. The budget comes after the seeing, the way it does with money. What we measure we improve.