This past weekend, I found myself in a little bit of a dilemma.
Okay, let me paint the picture for you.
So the week leading up to last weekend was really busy.
I had a lot of work to get done.
And I'll be honest, I only got about 50% of it done.
So that left me on Friday evening, incredibly stressed,
incredibly stressed, knowing that I'd have to work over the weekend.
And that's something I try not to do because, you know,
I try to maintain a level of work-life balance.
And in theory, I'm my own boss and I can take time off whenever I want, which is an absolute luxury.
But I do hold myself to a certain standard.
And so there are times when I have to work on the weekends, you know,
whether it's because there's deadlines or because I didn't meet my own expectation.
You know, it happens.
And so Friday evening, I knew, OK, this weekend I'm going to have to work.
And that's totally fine.
But it's a little bit of a bummer, but it's totally fine.
But it'll make me feel good to do that.
Right.
Ultimately, the decision to work on the weekend was for me to make me feel good,