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There is so much pressure to work ourselves to the point of unhappiness, and even worse, exhaustion.

I am one of those who tend to make ourselves victims of the latter. And the crash is brutal.

I guess I haven’t figured out the moderation thing yet.

I’ve been stuck in the grind-crash-grind-crash cycle for far too long, and it’s been taking a toll on me. I’ve been doing so much and spreading myself too thin, to the point of burnout. It’s just not sustainable.

It took a vacation, to step away from the grind, to realize this. And it’s so obvious, I don’t even know why I’m shocked.

So the goal for the rest of this week, before I get back to streaming regularly on Twitch, is to plan out a content schedule I can keep up with, without feeling too much pressure. If I set short term goals to work toward, I’ll be less likely to succumb to analysis paralysis in the everyday struggle to come up with something new, then have to rush to catch up, and then my content suffers and I feel overworked, exhausted, etc.

No more of this mess!

I’m also hoping this kind of organization will carry over into other areas of my life. I need to simplify several other habits I have.

And just like how I need to schedule my work, I also need to schedule time for myself. I need to plan days off [mostly off]. I need to plan more vacations [when possible]. I need to plan set times for self care rituals. Because all of these things are more important than I’ve been acknowledging to myself.

I titled this post wrong.

Saying “it’s okay to take a break” implies that it’s something like an act of weakness, like it’s something you only do when you’re tired.

And it’s also very telling of the mindset I’m working to change.

Instead, I should be saying, “it’s good to take breaks,” because it’s part of a self care routine I need to keep me strong, happy and productive.

There is nothing shameful about that.

It’s good to take breaks.

One response to “It’s okay to take a break.”

  1. Woodsy Avatar

    My entire life was a break from everything it was expected to be.

    So I’m sitting here… scribbling this and that… in a black hoodie I bought when I was last wandering in Scotland. I had just got back from a surprising trip to the South of France, and had diverted my return journey to Scotland to meet someone. It was a lot chillier than places like Cannes had been – hence the hoodie.

    Finding the hoodie also allowed me to channel a girl I had seen on a train earlier that summer. It was another Scottish wander, and as I made my way through Dundee, I passed a couple of gangs of girls wearing hoodie/hotpants combos. I guess that’s the look, I figured.

    The girl on the train wore the same outfit, but something about the way she held herself… maybe the way she was sitting on her luggage near the sliding doors… maybe just the way she looked through the window, as though she was seeing phantoms and shadow spirits where others simply saw dark tunnel space. Whatever it was, she made the look totally her own – a kind of travelling goth masterpiece, juggling all those secret worlds that sometimes only a heart and a hoodie can hold.

    I have had to make a lot of things my own ON my own lately – and usually, when I am doing that, I go to my inner Jo (the girl who lives inside John and comes out in some of his stories). She sometimes hangs out in vibrant colours… but lately, she tends to wear that black hoodie, where she hides all the freaky worlds that will only land when Jo’s wearing the hood.

    And she dreams of trains to come, and the masterpieces she’ll meet there.

    True story.

    I remember it tonight because it suddenly occurred to me it’s one of the reasons finding that hoodie felt kinda cool. It’s actually the coolest hoodie I have ever worn.

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