For years, I told myself that deadlines were what kept me productive. And to be fair, deadlines do motivate me. I like structure. I like knowing something is due. I like external accountability. In fact, I’ve learned that I function much better when someone is expecting something from me versus relying only on self-discipline. But recently, I realized something surprising about myself: It was never just the deadline. I’ve worked in very different environments over the years, and each one affected my motivation differently. In one environment, I had clear deadlines, meaningful work, intellectual stimulation, and a direct connection between finishing the project and getting paid. I also felt like my work mattered and made a difference. Missing deadlines could impact future opportunities, and finishing projects created a strong sense of completion and reward. But there was something else that mattered too: Expectations. It mattered to me that I met the deadline. I...