Remote work looks like freedom.
Until the hours blur. The silence grows. And your only teammate is the blinking cursor.
You’re not free. You’re unsupervised.
No rules. No rails. Just you, your Wi-Fi, and your willpower.
You work from bed. Then wonder why it feels like you never left.
Your day bleeds. Your brain fogs. Your calendar mocks you.
This isn’t burnout recovery. It’s burnout with better scenery.
The beach doesn’t fix it. The cocktail doesn’t help.
You don’t need a new backdrop. You need boundaries.
Freedom isn’t the absence of structure.
It’s owning it.
Discipline is the rent you pay for remote life.
And it’s due daily.
https://kristianpapadakis.com/articles/the-discipline-and-cost-behind-the-dream-of-remote-working