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, okay, 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 only 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. Because when I'm ahead

and I'm not, you know, constantly being chased by

deadlines, I feel good. I feel happy. And so me working last weekend wasn't necessarily mandatory

because it wasn't like, oh, if I don't work this weekend, I'm not going to meet certain deadlines.

It was more like, I want to work this weekend so I can have a comfortable buffer between my deadlines.

So that's how I was feeling on Friday evening.

And then I get a text from two separate loved ones, okay?

I'm not saying like a group chat was made and they both texted me

and asked me to hang out. No, two of my loved ones separately asked me to hang out. And I deeply adore

these people, okay? But I was faced with this sort of dilemma. Do I choose to be selfish and work and

get stuff done and make myself feel good, but potentially

neglect these loved ones and not spend quality time with them. Or do I neglect my work and what will

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