Your kids are at the park. Your spouse is making brunch. You're in the home office, building slides for Monday's client meetings. Again.
This is what "success" looks like, apparently.
Through the window, you can hear your daughter laughing in the backyard. Your spouse is grilling burgers. The neighbors invited you to their cookout.
You're staring at Excel tab 47 of 150, trying to remember which client is "conservative with income focus" and which is "moderate with growth tilt."
The deadline is tomorrow morning. You'll be done by dinner. Probably. Maybe.
Your daughter stopped asking if you're coming outside about an hour ago.
Every highlighted day is "presentation prep" eating your life
While you're formatting slides
Soccer games. Dance recitals. The moments that don't wait for quarterly reviews to end.
Date nights. Lazy Sunday mornings. The connection that requires presence, not productivity.
The gym membership you never use. The stress you never address. The sleep you never get.
Remember why you became an advisor? It wasn't to become a PowerPoint expert.
All 150 client presentations. Done before you leave the office Friday.
Through the window, you can see yourself at the neighbor's cookout.
Your daughter is on your shoulders. Your spouse is laughing at something you said.
Your laptop is closed. At the office. Where it belongs on weekends.
All 150 client presentations were done Friday at 4pm. Automatically.
You became an advisor to help people, not to build slides. Remember that.
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