I've developed an actual twitch in my left eye that only activates when my phone rings on Sunday mornings. My therapist says it's stress-related. I say it's directly correlated to the number of times I've heard "I know you're probably not working today, but I just have a quick question" followed by a forty-five minute conversation about whether they should paint their kitchen cabinets before listing or after they move into their new place that we haven't even found yet. Last Sunday I was at my kid's soccer game—the one activity I protect like it's sacred—and I watched myself answer a call from a client who wanted to know if I thought their neighbor's fence encroachment would affect their home value. While my daughter scored her first goal of the season. I saw it happen on the replay another parent posted to the group chat. I'm now the parent who watches their child's milestones on social media like everyone else, except I was physically present and chose to discuss property lines instead. My daughter asked why I was on my phone and I told her it was work. She asked if I could get a different job. I'm considering it.