A short while ago I burned out.
Physically and mentally, I was just fried. It all traced back to something so simple – I never take a moment to just stop and relax, to just stop and exist in that moment.
I get home from work, I do standard home-y things like cook and do laundry, I get to work immediately on writing projects and my blog. That’s if I head home straight from work and I’m not meeting a friend or going to a concert, or going on a run, or something. I end up inevitably going to bed far too late so I’m running on a few hours less sleep than what’s ideal the next morning.
That’s Monday to Friday.