What’s the Work From Home equivalent of a fake family emergency? (Asking for a friend. Obviously.) Back in the office days, the fake family emergency was the gold standard of graceful exits. You’d grab your coat, mutter something about “a situation with my cousin” (you’re an only child), and vanish with the urgency of a spy extracting themselves from a compromised mission. Coworkers would nod solemnly, as you quickly gathered your things. But now? We work from home. There’s no office to flee, no parking garage to dramatically peel out of, no sympathetic witnesses to your performative distress. Just you, your couch, and the crushing weight of a 3 PM WIP call. So what’s the remote worker’s version of I need to step out indefinitely? I could just log off, but you know, rent. The Classics: -Wi-Fi issues are The GOAT. Timeless. Unverifiable. Bonus points if you send a single frozen frame of yourself mid glitch before ghosting. -My dog...
Sometimes the people you care about the ones you laughed with, worked with, maybe even cried with, stop walking beside us. Not because you sped ahead. But because they sat down. And you? You kept going. Please don’t feel guilty for that. Don’t twist yourself into knots trying to shrink your shine so someone else feels more comfortable in their shade. You didn’t leave them behind. You just chose growth, the hard, uncomfortable, soul stretching kind and they didn’t. That’s not abandonment. That’s alignment. It’s easy to romanticize loyalty, to mistake longevity for connection. Loyalty without mutual growth is just stagnation. And no dream, no purpose, no version of your best self will thrive in that kind of stale air. You offered the conversations. You tried to inspire, invite, include. You hoped they would evolve with you. That was love. But growth is a choice. And not everyone chooses it even when you hand them every opportunity to come along....