14 hours a day work and 7-9 hours sleep a night leaves two hours to eat, shower, buy groceries, remember what fucking grass looks like, book in your therapy session for your crushing burnout, run yourself into an early grave and leave a stressed but incredibly wealthy corpse.
Or earn more than the median salary in Washington DC and have your whole life to spend it on doing the things that you enjoy.
“Do the hard things now for an easy life later.”
That easy life is called a stroke.
“You always want more for yourself”
It’s called a stroke
Also, I can still work and just have the extra 10k on top of my salary.
I’m dead certain at this point that this grindset horseshit is almost entirely performative. Like this bluecheck fuckwit clearly believes that there’s a correct answer here even if she doesn’t explicitly say so in her post; her fellow grindset idiots will be tripping over themselves to brag about how many dozens of hours they spend working every day and for how much money, but it’s the Emperor’s New Clothes all the way down and anyone who points out that the grindsetter is naked [read: leading an exhausting, joyless life and heading for a miserable early death] is immediately branded a fool by their fellows.
Don’t be a fucking chump. Your time is non-refundable. There is nothing more valuable in life than that.
