I finally got the corner office, after ten years of working like a crazy person, staying late, missing kid stuff. And honestly? It's just... an office. The view's nice, yeah, but it doesn't make the long hours feel any better. I keep thinking about what my mom would say, how lucky I am, and I AM, but it's just... empty. What are we even doing this for, you know? Just to get a bigger window? It feels like I traded my whole life for... this. And now what.