Remote work killed the commute - but also your boundaries.
At first it felt like freedom. No traffic, no cubicles. Just “flexibility.” But now you're answering Slack at 10pm, half-working through weekends, and wondering why burnout still found you in sweatpants.
Here’s the truth:
Freedom without discipline isn’t freedom. It’s a trap with Wi-Fi.
I had to get disrupted - hard - to realise success isn’t just revenue or reach. It’s stillness. Clarity. The kind of peace you can’t earn, only protect.
So I stopped glorifying grind.
I started tracking a different ROI:
- Time off the grid
- Work I don’t resent
- Energy I don’t need to numb
- Sleep I don’t have to recover from
- Quiet
Simple things. But they’re the real flex.
Because if you don’t define success for yourself, someone else will - and you’ll burn out chasing their metrics, not yours.