Motivational Quote of the Week
“My favorite thing about golf is dipping my hand in the lake and praying that I return to the green unscathed by the horrors within.” - Lord Hambersham, DDS
Cereal of the Week
If you’ve never experienced the sheer joy of popping open a Fun Pack of mini boxes of cereal and only eating the Corn Pops and Rice Krispies then you understand the absolute futility of life itself and the constant selection process we engage our brains in every single fucking day. Why do we leave behind the Raisin Bran and Corn Flakes? Or why do we only choose the Frosted Mini Wheats? Why is consumption often limited when presented with a competent selection of products? It’s these questions that fueled the creation of cereal fun packs, and it’s these questions that keep us second guessing ourselves until our untimely deaths.
Variety. That’s the problem. We are presented with so many options for living that we get stuck (especially if you have ADHD). We can’t decide, or we decide on all of it but are unable to complete the process. The trick is to share the load. Fun Packs are not meant for one individual to consume, they are meant to be shared among many. Such it is in life. We must find better ways of sharing the load, whether physical or mental. Someone likes Corn Flakes. Someone likes Raisin Bran, and we should give it to them. We can still eat the Pops and be happy. Of course, happiness is a misnomer, so let’s settle for momentary contentment.
News From Earth
The first area of burn out was existence outside my own. The internet has become a place of sadness and destruction, not worth visiting unless you absolutely have to. To still, after all these years, be participating in the “discourse” is to doom oneself to infinite sadness. If you must shit post, then shit post. But consumption has turned on us, and it’s all consuming us. I feel it still. There is only one solution. Turn it the fuck off and go play outside.
So what news is there to be consumed without consumption? Fuck it. It’s clear that nothing really matters anymore, and it didn’t before. We just became much more hyper aware of it. The benefit in turning it all off, consuming less and posting only when you absolutely have to means we can get back to our lives. This is not our lives. This place is not our lives. It’s destroying our humanity and spreading the worst of it to the far corners of the globe. Stop the cycle and log the fuck off.
Sandwich of the Week
From the proprietary sandwich generation tool:
Hickory Chicken & Figue With Cranberries On Pane Di Altamura Bread.
Ephemeral Erosion
I have been living in a period of persistent burn out for months now. It’s exhausting. I sleep more, I can’t seem to generate the energy necessary to exercise much or get out. The only thing that brings me joy is constant chores and spending time playing on the floor with LEGO. I have two jobs because it’s expensive to live in this country and support a family. I don’t have time to create. Well, I do have time, I just don’t have the mental energy for it. This isn’t long Covid, it’s just the exhaustion of existing.
This isn’t meant to be a sob story, we’re all going through some shit all the time. Rather, it’s a cautionary tale. You will burn out at some point, and you’ll choose to either push through it to the light at the end, or give up. I choose the former. Push on, push forward and keep going strong. Do what needs to be done, complete the work and get paid. That’s the way it has to be to survive. Stopping is not an option, but taking breaks certainly is. If your brain isn’t working today, shut it off. The work can usually wait. If it can’t, push. You can do it. Because you have to. There are people relying on us. Let’s show them we can keep going when we don’t necessarily want to.
Someone is Getting Married (it’s me)
That all being said, something that brings me great joy and makes the burn out worth it is my upcoming wedding. I’m marrying the best person in the universe (said every couple ever) and I couldn’t be more excited. Well, I could, but my head would explode. We could use your help. If you’d like to donate to the wedding fund, CLICK THIS TEXT. Money will be used to literally pay for the wedding. Or bags of dirt. It’s an inside joke.
Curtis, congrats on the wedding. I wish I could contribute but I can’t at this point. I know about burnout. When my kids were younger I had two in Little League, different teams, one in Girl Scouts, I worked fulltime, was going to college two nights a week, and my husband had his own appliance repair and used for sale company that I did the books for as well as answered the phone. I used to daydream about collapsing in the hallway at work so they could take me to the hospital for exhaustion. As for today, I am going to chemo for breast cancer (wore my Lifestyle pink bra t-shirt), my hubby is in a rehab facility and is battling pancreatic cancer, plus I am working a fulltime job! I think 4th of July I am just going to sleep all day and say Fuck it!