It was a weekend of revelations.
One dear friend and colleague said, “I’ve missed your newsletter. I used to gobble up your short blog posts.”
“You haven’t missed anything. I haven’t been sending out many newsletters.” I dodged, but I got her point. Here was someone who had enjoyed my writing, and I had to acknowledge that I had stopped. Stopped dead in my tracks.
Later that day, another friend asked, “So, how long has it been since you last wrote something on your blog?”
“Months,” I replied. “Months and months.” Tears, surprising tears, began to well up. “I absolutely love to write,” I said. “But in the last few months, I just couldn’t face it. I am all dried up, drained out, and have absolutely nothing to say.” Gradually, after more conversations, I had a new and convenient basket to put my feelings in. It was called “Burnout.” Not just a label, this term was a holding place for the contrasting feelings of apathy and exhaustion, playing side-by-side with anguished emotion.
“What if you wrote about burnout?” My friend knew full well that it was a leading question, but I’m glad she said it. It was plain as day, and she was perceptive enough to know that at that moment, I couldn’t see it. Once she said it, I saw it instantly. I even FELT it. It was as though blood started flowing through my veins again. Lights came on inside my brain. I could see new possibilities.
So this is the inaugural post, a simple introduction. Here I am, writing again, on a new blog. You will read my confessions from the journey, currently in progress, back from the brink. Actually, I was past the brink. That phrase just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
I don’t have the right, nor the expertise, to tell anyone else what they should do. All I can do is share my story, and hope that it inspires you. Thanks for dropping by!
Are you, or someone close to you, experiencing burnout in some facet of your life? Are you a helper of “Crispy Critters?” Leave a comment, be in touch!