How I Learned to Love the Burnout

Photo: Let me stand next to your fire, by me, 1/1/2010

I would like to thank myself for not knowing when to go to bed so that I know there are 24 usable hours in every day.
Of course nobody can keep that up, but over the last couple of months, due mainly to my own belief in my superhuman nature, I figured I could juggle family, work, Diploma and Masters degree overlap and job hunting.
I could, but my sanity ended up suffering and the other day I was up until four in the morning finishing off an essay. I don’t know how I did it but I did.
Anyway, this isn’t a brag, it’s a wake-up call. What’s more important, being well or getting stuff done? Who dies, really. At the end of the day, students will do another activity if you don’t plan the perfect one. Your boss won’t lose their job if you don’t complete a report in lightning time.
It’s nice to be efficient but mainly it’s nice to be nice, and that goes especially when you’re nice to yourself.
Breathe. Relax. And you don’t want that chocolate as much as you think you do.