You do the job, and you keep your life.
You finish at a reasonable hour most days and the work is done. Not heroically. Done.
People read the steadiness as a lack of ambition. Usually it's a lack of interest in performing ambition.
You're still standing in month nine, when the sprinters have burned out.
You keep getting pulled into other people's urgency, and paying that tax quietly builds resentment.
… the job is scoped honestly and “done” actually means done.