Hey there, multi-client jugglers!
I’m crammed into this tiny apartment. Coffee mugs stacked high like they’re one nudge from a caffeine collapse. My desk is a mess of colour-coded Trello cards, one notebook labeled “do not answer after 7 p.m.,” and a laptop that has not received a weekend “quick question” in over six months. Muffin the cat is giving me that “you used to reply to three clients at 11 p.m. and still felt guilty, now you just… close the lid?” quietly approving stare while I sip my brew and enjoy the silence that used to feel like impending disaster.
