Burnout
The consequential demise of an overachiever.
The calendar changes to August and with it comes a feeling of dread. My eyes scan the penciled-in events: Cinema Under the Stars, Beer Festival, VegFest, Cocktails for Conservation, an herb garden workshop, a blueberry picking event, an eco-fair meeting. And on it went.
A text from a friend says she can't help me with the festivals.
Something inside burns.
My eye flutters. My hands shake, a wretched thing strangles my breath from escaping. No.no.no.no, not now.
My body convulses. I reach for September, take a black marker and draw a line through everything.
About the Creator
Christina Hunter
Author, Mother, Wife. Recipient of the Paul Harris Fellowship award and 2017 nominee for the Women of Distinction award through the YWCA. Climate Reality Leader, Zero-Waste promoter, beekeeper and lover of all things natural.
Comments (1)
I could relate to this! I found it darkly humorous but also real. We all need to not feel the burn for a bit.