Everyone got a piece of you today. Questions you had to answer,
fires you had to put out, decisions nobody could seem to make without you.
The inbox is still piling up. Half-finished documents are sitting in your Drive. You were moving all day, and you can't point at one thing
that actually moved you forward.
You're not behind because you're not working hard enough.
You're the hardest-working woman you know.
You're behind because you've never once had the time to sit down and think about where this is going, and there's nobody looking at all of it with you.
And the vision you actually care about, the one you've been
thinking about for years, got pushed to the side again.