I’m already nearsighted. Deeply nearsighted. The kind where taking off my glasses turns the world into abstract impressionism. So when my vision started going blurry two years ago, I assumed my prescription needed updating. Went to the optometrist. New lenses. Same problem. Except it wasn’t consistent. Some mornings I’d wake up and everything was sharp….
No office means no one tells you when to start, when to stop, or when you’re allowed to be done. Remote work sounds like freedom until you realise you’ve spent the morning in bed avoiding the exact problem that’s still waiting for you at noon.
I thought freedom meant flexibility. Turns out it also meant my body quietly falling apart while I wasn’t paying attention.
I didn’t realise I had no boundaries until my body started keeping score. Here’s how I stopped letting work take everything.