Donut Burnout on Me

Friends,

Burnout. What comes to mind when you hear this word? A poor, tired, unmotivated, self-doubting and cynical soul? (we’ll call her Susan). A conventional lightbulb in need of replacement? A silver Nissan Rogue scorched to a crisp in a trailer park fire? If the latter description fits the bill, you have an oddly specific word association. You’re also envisioning the very vehicle sitting on the bed of the tow truck dispatched to gather my donation of a 2006 Dodge Caravan with a quarter million miles. If, on the other hand, you pictured Susan (or worse, feel like Susan), I’m happy to listen and provide some overly-simplistic—albeit well intentioned—advice. Things like making time for self-care and outdoor physical activity. One great way to do this is to use an app. Sounds stupid, but I must confess I’ve been taking the dogs on longer walks and making my runs a little longer so I can sneak ahead of peers on my employer’s “Step it up” challenge (the ones who don’t appear to be training for marathons, that is —I’m looking at you, Reyah). Another helpful tactic are small rewards, like a donut. Why? Just because!

Happy Friday!

Burnout

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Ashes to Ashes

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BIrds of a Feather

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