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.
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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.
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I could relate to this! I found it darkly humorous but also real. We all need to not feel the burn for a bit.