The last 10 days have been exhausting.
I went to Delhi for a wedding, but because my family is completely dependent on me, I mostly played the role of a 24/7 pick-up and drop-off service.
I stayed for 4-5 days after the wedding, and it was incredibly comfortable. But that comfort triggered a realization: my whole life has become too comfortable.
There’s nothing new happening. No productive stress. And honestly, this level of comfort worries me.
Here’s the weird paradox I’m stuck in:
I’m actually satisfied with what I earn right now.