When I was younger, part of me wanted to be a doctor. But a lot of times I entertained the idea of two sitting in a sleek office, sipping tea, and looking important in front of a keyboard, a vision I blame entirely on what I see in different movies. The doctor thing didn’t happen. But I got my keyboard. No office, though. Just my house, my laptop, and a commute that takes eleven seconds; I work remotely.
Remote work is genuinely great. Set your own pace, skip the traffic, wear whatever you want. But let’s stop pretending it doesn’t cost you anything, because it does. Your body is the one paying.
A reader asked me to write about this after my last article: how do you stay healthy when you’re working from home and can’t seem to find the time or energy for the gym? Good question. Let’s get into it.
First, let’s be honest about what remote work is doing to us.
The damage is quiet. That’s what makes it dangerous.
