How I Burnt Myself Out
I look at when I last published here and cringe at nearly six months having passed. It took me some time to understand why: burnout.
Just Too Much
As I’ve gotten older, it’s become clear how quickly time passes.
This explanation only slightly describes what happened. Honestly, I hadn’t entered my Medium account very much. I had a lot to handle. There were unexpected commitments that needed additional attention. Also, in some areas of my life, I was unnecessarily pushing myself too hard. To find time for self-care (including for reading and journaling) to “keep going,” I had to set my writing aside.
Returning to the beginning of this section, where I mentioned time quickly passing, this is what happened with my writing. First, during the afternoon or evening, I would push my writing time back a few hours. Then, those hours turned into days, which turned into almost five months.
So, here I am, discussing how I delayed doing something I love: writing. Creating content is something that, for a long time, I’ve done in various forms. As a kid, my parents bought me a plastic typewriter, which was later replaced with a real portable typewriter. A few years later, my parents bought a PC. I watched the show Doogie Howser, M.D. and saw how, at the end of each episode, he wrote digital journal entries, so I…
