<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Work on Halley Adams | Blog</title><link>https://blog.halleyadams.uk/tags/work/</link><description>Recent content in Work on Halley Adams | Blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-GB</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2026 11:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.halleyadams.uk/tags/work/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The value of your time</title><link>https://blog.halleyadams.uk/posts/088/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2026 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.halleyadams.uk/posts/088/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Time is the only thing you cannot get back. Money lost can be earned again. Confidence knocked down can be rebuilt. Opportunities missed have a habit of returning in different shapes. But an hour spent is an hour spent, and it belongs to history the moment it passes. This should feel obvious. Most of us know it intellectually. Very few of us live as though we believe it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have been thinking a lot lately about where my time actually goes. Not where I intend it to go, or where I hope it goes, but where it actually lands when I am not paying close attention. And the honest answer, the one that took me a while to sit with, is that a significant portion of it has been going to other people&amp;rsquo;s urgency. Other people&amp;rsquo;s chaos. Other people&amp;rsquo;s failure to plan, dressed up as my emergency.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Know your worth</title><link>https://blog.halleyadams.uk/posts/087/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 22:40:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.halleyadams.uk/posts/087/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There is a particular kind of exhaustion that sneaks up on you slowly, then all at once. It does not arrive with fanfare, it&amp;rsquo;ll arrive as a forgotten task, a shorter fuse, and usually weekend that does not feel restoring. It arrives as staying late again, saying yes again, absorbing the weight of other people&amp;rsquo;s disorganisation into your own nervous system and calling it professionalism.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have been that person, I am currently that person, and I suspect many of you reading this have been or are that person too.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>