Sundays are meeting days for me, Jeff, and Miss Isabel. Our journey is now an elaborate assemblage of several different ventures, and the whole structure became pretty heavy last year as I wasn’t able to partake in much of anything after my surgery. Hopefully, Jeff and Miss did a tremendous job not only covering for me but also proceeding to a deep evaluation of our different projects. That diagnosis was helpful for me to validate elements I had known for a while but was too busy to tackle. Someone has to make the hard decisions at some point, and if we are operating as an equal trio, that someone is me. Being one year remote, I saw that my blind spot has always been the affection I have for people, who became friends and whom I love, so it’s not easy to distinguish those emotions and having to run our ventures efficiently. In other words, to be a boss once in a while. Those Sunday meetings help, bring clarity, even more so since I joined my new management family, which was a complete game changer, not only in the way I operate but in the way I see myself. When you’ve been in caretaker mode for most of your adult life with people you love and dearly care about, you end up becoming an inexistent fixture in a global entity slowly feeding itself off you. While I knew, I wasn’t willing to make the proper change to stop that cycle of normalized collective abuse. It’s my management’s benevolence that broke the cycle within me, not by a conversation, not by an intervention, but with love.