“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” ~Lao Tzu I’d known for months that I was . The kind of burnout that creeps in quietly—behind your eyes, in your spine, in your calendar.
I was volunteering in raptor rescue, monitoring eagle nests as the busy season ramped up, juggling consulting work, supporting adoption placements, writing, creating.
I was showing up fully in every space except the one I lived in: my body. And yet I refused to let go. I told myself it was just a busy season.
That if I could push through, things would calm down. That my exhaustion was noble, temporary, necessary. That’s the trap when you build identity around usefulness.
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