It is 10:03 p.m. on a Tuesday evening, and while I should be in bed making sure I am well enough to go back to work tomorrow after being sick for the last three days, I am up. My 6-year-old daughter is asleep in her room, and my 3-year-old son...well...he is currently practicing parkour off of my bed.
There was a time in my career when I would get to work by 6 a.m. and not leave until 6 or 7 p.m. I, of course, was not married, had no kids and felt like I had to prove myself worthy enough. I remember seeing my counterparts show up to work right at the contractual time, and leave at the last bell. I used to think to myself that it was because I was new to the profession and things would get easier as the years went on.
It hasn’t.