This post isn’t about burnout. Not the full, crashed, can’t-get-out-of-bed kind. Not the kind that sends you to the doctor and keeps you home for weeks. This is about something quieter and more common than that. The gradual filling of a bucket that most of us are walking around with — the one that, when…
I didn’t choose slow living. Slow living chose me — or rather, burnout chose it for me, and I followed along because there was nothing else left to do. I’ve written before about what burnout looks like when it arrives, and what happens in the aftermath. But I haven’t written much about what it actually…
Burnout doesn’t always arrive with a crash. Sometimes it begins quietly — a slow unraveling that turns ordinary tiredness into emotional exhaustion. You might brush it off at first, telling yourself you just need a good night’s sleep. But then the fatigue lingers. Focus fades. Joy feels distant. And one day, you realize you can’t…