My daughter works fifty hours a week.
She manages a team. She raises two kids. She keeps a running grocery list in her head at all times and remembers every form that needs to be signed by Thursday. She is very good at all of it. She is also exhausted in a way a good night’s sleep doesn’t fix.
Last Sunday I sat with her and watched her scroll her phone for an hour. She wasn’t laughing at anything. She wasn’t pausing on anything. She was just… moving through it. Like the scrolling was somewhere to put her hands.
I recognized that look.
I wore it for twenty years.