Oops, I Did It Again. The Allure & Danger of Pleasing Others.
How I learned to prioritize my own agenda before others

I just couldn’t help myself, throughout graduate school, and into my early career, I constantly throw myself to fulfill others’ Wishlists while putting my own agenda on hold. While it is commendable aiding others, especially my peers, advisers, or supervisors, excessive dedication to every cry for help can derail us from our own agenda and goals.
We ought to recognize our limited bandwidth and learn to prioritize our own tasks prior to helping others with theirs.
Similar to the scenario of an airplane depressurization, if you run out of oxygen yourself, you can’t help others with theirs.
I always had difficulty turning down personal requests, whether they are coming from advisers, mentors, managers, friends, or families. I got the worst of it in graduate school. As a young research assistant, I wasn’t inclined to turn down a favor from my “boss”. In my mind, I created a false perception that “He who denies the request of those who dictate the success of his research is a fool”. Sadly, this mentality lasted my entire graduate school and contributed to the deceivingly noble devotion of nights and weekends in the laboratory.
There was never a shortage of requests from everyone I know. Over time, I became the “go-to guy” for all things big or small, vital or trivial. It felt wonderfully addictive to be needed, and such a confidence boost in an environment where a pat-on-the-back was hard to earn. Surely, my “boss” factored all my extra contributions into my research performance evaluation.
Well, he never did. They Never do.
Everything I did outside of the core job description was out of my own will, my own time, and my own bandwidth.
Yet, I continued to oblige to every request, unwilling to be on anyone’s bad side and kept on siphoning that false sense of self-satisfaction.
Even after becoming a young scientist in the industry, I continued to carry this mentality of thinking what I do for others would surely add to my own advancement, and so, I continued to suffer silently for helping others meet their deadlines while missing my own.
It wasn’t until my wife became pregnant and needed more of my attention and care, that I realized how thin I had stretched myself. I was working non-stop, first at work and then at home. I didn’t have time to socialize, I worked on the weekends to catch up on missed work. I spent time with families like tasks on a checklist, eager to move on to the next. While my wife was giving birth, I was still finishing up a work report. I was drained on all fronts, physically and mentally.
Worst of it all, at the end of the day, my pay was the same, there were no bonuses, no promotion, no meaningful accolades, just a false sense of self accomplishments at the expense of my own health and quality time with family.
It wasn’t until my daughter’s first cry and that beautiful eyes looking into mine, did I realize I was close to being burned-out, and that I must re-evaluate my priorities in life.
While holding my daughter close, with her tiny fingers grabbing tightly onto mine. I awoke and promised myself that they ought to be the priority in my life.
We aren’t supermen/women, each of us has limits, we must prioritize our limited bandwidth to do what matters the most. We must stop trying to please others without impactful returns. Ultimately, it is really the assigned work that speaks loudest for us.
May my personal story help you better prioritize what is important in life.






