My busy bee mom taught me a lot of things, one of which I am trying very had to un-learn.
Mom is the type who will not stop working. She has even come up with a way to multi-task gardening with ironing and chatting on the phone while mopping the kitchen floor.
Since I meditate, work out, do yoga and engage in many other stress-relieving exercises, I can usually handle a pretty heavy load. My blood pressure is also usually towards the “does she even have a pulse?” end.
But the load just severed the camel’s head.
My recent semi-annual checkup at the doc showed my blood pressure in the “check it once a week if it gets any higher you call me immediately” zone.
I’ve also noted other signs of burnout I’ve been trying very hard to ignore:
• You employ nonsensical metaphors
• You have to read a single paragraph 206 times and still don’t absorb what it says, even when it’s lurid details about a Kentucky serial killer who slashed open his victims and set them on fire
• You forget your address
• Your jaw stays locked in a half open position
• You begin to drool
• You don’t feel it when Phoebe keeps jumping at you with her razor claws to take her for a walk
• You don’t tend to the gushing wound from Phoebe jumping at you with her razor claws to take her for a walk
• Your closet shelf falls down and you just leave it there
• You lock yourself out of the house. Twice in one day. (And it’s even tougher to get back in because you’ve already forgotten your address.)
• You blog about burnout
Rynski note: I will be taking Friday off, but I will post my column late Thursday night so you think it was posted Friday morning and no one is the wiser.
When is the last time you hit burnout?
Did you sever a camel’s head?
What do you do to revitalize yourself?