This will be short and sweet. I’m tired and burnt out. I don’t have any amazing ideas this week or a plan for the coming weeks. Admitting that is both scary and relieving. Scary because it means I’m really at my wit’s end, but relieving because it’s the truth. I committed to publishing every two weeks, and I owe it to myself to honor that, but that doesn’t mean it’ll always be ultra produced and polished.
I have a ton of ideas but no clue which ones to execute nor the energy to see how viable they are. I’m mentally and physically drained and no longer feeling like I’m working smart because even the smallest tasks take so much energy. This might come across as sad, but I’m not sad, at least not today anyway. Just burnt out. The fact that all of my activities take place in the same space, home, makes me less than optimistic about how I will get out of this creative rut, but I hope to enter the new year with a strong sense of purpose and a clear vision for Up in Smoke.
On a less serious note, I’m on a bong break because my throat is clearly burnt out and tired of my shenanigans. It’s fair to say I’ve reached a new low, and on top of that, I can’t even get high. Please put me in rice, I’m cooked.
I usually try to end on a positive note, but that’s not where I am, and sometimes we just need people to admit when things are shitty. So today, I’ll be that person. Things are shitty right now. Take breaks, do things you find comfort in, and have grace for yourself. That is about all I can muster up the energy or these days.
Peace,
D