No rush hour. No commute. Just you and the calendar that never ends.
Remote work gave us freedom - then blurred every line that kept work in its place.
Now it’s Slack at midnight. A “quick call” on Sunday. And somehow, the kitchen table became a conference room.
You’re not lazy. You’re leaking.
Without hard boundaries, remote work will bleed into every corner of your life - until it owns it.
This isn’t about hustle or balance. It’s about design.
Guardrails. Rituals. Start times. Stop times.
Because high output doesn’t come from burnout - it comes from rested intensity.
Draw the line. Hold the line. Protect the thing that makes the work possible: you.
What boundaries do you enforce to keep your time yours?