I am currently sitting at my mahogany dining table, but the atmosphere has shifted. Through a season of grace, I have found a new professional role where the jarring flashes of late-night work WhatsApp notifications have finally ceased and clear boundaries have been restored. Yet, as the house grows quiet, I still find myself at this table, bathed in the glow of my screen. This time, however, the work is my own. I am no longer lost in the infinite optimization of someone else