Runaway Future

There’s an old guy that sits in the lobby of my apartment building, Keith. I think I mentioned him before. He just sits there, knows everyone, usually says hello, sometimes he grumbles about something. Surprisingly, not as many people in the building have taken the time to talk to him, but I have, so I know his name and a bit about him. I say hello when I come in, ask how he’s doing and he invariably answers “pretty good for a young fella”.

So tonight, I came home and as I walked in the front door of my building and said hello to Keith, he says:

You’re working too hard.

Excuse me?

You’re working too hard. You need to slow it down. I can see it. Take some time and take it slow.

He’s right of course. For the past month or so, I’ve been teetering ever so close to burning out. It’s not just the real job, or the other job, or anything else in particular, just a culmination of things that is draining me. Too much to categorize and explain.

But there’s hope now. Earlier in the month, I had the foresight to book some time off. And although my handle on things have gotten better in the past little while, after Monday, I have a week off work. I’ve told everyone I’m going away, which is to say I am figuratively although physically, I don’t think I’ll be too far. I’ll just take the time to catch up on sleep, catch up on writing and slow down.

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