Knowing when to stop

Whenever I reach the milestone, a voice inside me whispers, "Why not push a little bit more? A little bit more can't hurt." It's a seductive thought, enticing me to keep going.

My heart, restless and insatiable, often overrules the logical part of my brain. It’s a battle between desire and reason, and more often than not, desire wins.

I always tell myself, “It’s all about the timing.” Not too soon, not too late, just perfect. It sounds so simple in theory, yet in practice, it’s like walking a tightrope with no safety net.

And then, when the big moment finally arrives, it’s already too late. All that waiting, all that effort, and here I am, staring at an over-boiled egg.