Burnout

Tomorrow marks the beginning of my winter vacation. Vacation from work. Vacation from living… at least that’s the plan in my head. I want no part of clothes unless they have elastic in the waistband, breathe easily, and don’t mind being worn for two weeks straight. I want my arches to droop from lack of shoes. I want to wreak of such odoriferousness (not a real word) that I offend myself. I want the neighbors to walk by my house and ask themselves, “DEAR GOD, WHAT JUST DIED?!” Although, considering the city had its first serial killer this year – one whose house emitted just the kind of odor that would solicit such a reaction, and the dead body stench was long ignored – being quite so stinky may not be such a good idea.

In my mind, I’m already gone. For a scatterbrain, such as myself, this is a feat of mass proportions. But I’m fried. Every year, I tell myself I’ll never take this long to take a vacation again. Every year, I get older and more tired and more restless. Every year, I say, “I’m going to do better next year.” Yet here I am. Again.

Burned out.

I’m yelling at the kids, yelling at the dog. I would say I’m yelling at BFam, but I’m doing that anyway. Not good. My soul needs a rest. My brain needs a rest.

Are you suffering from burnout? What are you going to do about it?