Heading to bed before 10 PM on this Sunday evening, laptop on my lap, and experiencing the justifiable pride of having "No Unread Mails"... Is this a luxury? I’m not sure, but I can’t describe how much I’ve missed this feeling.
Of course, this is somewhat the "calm before the storm." It isn't exactly a profound prediction to guess that work won't magically ease up by tomorrow morning; a mountain of emails, messages, and calls will inevitably rain down on me. But still, I need to experience the momentary peace of having gotten things on track, at least as of tonight.
In the past, at the end of very difficult days, I would wear my exhaustion like a badge of honor and say, "I earned every penny I made today right down to the last cent." Now, the intensity has increased so much that those "hard days" have given way to hard weeks, and even never-ending months.
"Excuses, Excuses..."
Recently, I was messaging my mentor regarding some additional analyses he recommended I do (I’m keeping his name private so he doesn't feel uncomfortable if he reads this, though calling him "my mentor" does sound cool). Overwhelmed by my current workload, I wrote to him saying I could "only do it at night."
His reply was short and sharp: "Excuses, excuses."
When I started listing my tasks to defend myself, he hit me with a sentence that felt like a wake-up call: "The loads you carry are actually the ones you placed on yourself. You need to remember you aren't Superman."
While I was trying to process this shock, a critique from my wife that same evening sealed the deal. When she questioned—with a slightly reproachful tone—why I was working on even irrelevant topics and why I was the one running to fix everything, I was forced to stop and think.
Stopping to Think: The Forgotten Action
Yes, "stopping to think"... It turns out this is the action I’ve skipped most amidst this hustle.
Reflecting on it, I realized that in my desire to be appreciated and to show high ownership in these corporate management processes, I took on more and more. As I tried to maintain the same quality in all my other tasks, this returned to me as overtime shifts stretching into the middle of the night.
The result? I couldn't pay enough attention to my family, and I started noticing health issues—small but whispering, "I'm here." The price was becoming heavier than I thought.
There are only a few days left in the year. I am still motivated to push through and complete this journey with the momentum of the approaching new year. But I’ve put the lesson I learned this week in my pocket: I am not Superman, and I don’t have to be.
I hope that in the new year, I can continue on a more balanced path without forgetting the lessons taught by these intense days.
For now, it’s time to enjoy "Zero Unread Mail"

