It’s 2:47 AM….Again…. The house is silent except for the hum of my laptop, the dog snoring, and the occasional click of my keyboard. My family sleeps upstairs while I’m down here, eyes burning, working on what I’m calling “my business”, though honestly, some nights like tonight I’m not even sure what to call it anymore. A side hustle? A future empire? A slow descent into unavoidable caffeinated madness? Is no work-life balance even sustainable at my age? Tomorrow, or technically today, I have an important meeting for which thankfully I already prepped and analyzed all data for. That gives me plenty of tonight time to work on my unbeatable…