It’s the first day back to work, (or not to work for me). The Christmas holiday is well and truly over and everyone on social media and on the radio is grumbling about the prospect of the commute, going back to the office and generally getting back into the swing of things. Continue reading “A New Page”
Looking back, my 20’s are a complete blur. I can barely remember them. Not because I was blindingly drunk (well not all the time), or because I was in some hedonistic whirlwind of clubbing and backpacking , but because I was… working. Yep, I was working. Really hard. And I’m not proud of it. Continue reading “How things got to this point”
I’ve been getting ready to stop. Ever since I was told I needed to stop (by my partner, then by a therapist, and finally by myself) I have been preparing things so that I can stop working and just “be me”.
It’s incredible how much preparation is required just to ensure my ‘break’ isn’t interrupted by work (or to ensure I’m not tempted to continue doing it). Continue reading “Ready, Steady, Stop!”
Who was I before the to-do lists? Before the staff meetings and the payroll, the funding applications and the board meetings. Before the mentoring sessions and the the safeguarding reports and the “you need to know the unique selling point of your charity…”? Who was I before the late night prep, the working through lunch break and the lying awake panicking? Who was I before all of this? The truth is I can’t remember. No, that’s not the truth. The truth is I don’t know if there has ever been…if I have ever been anything else. Continue reading “Back From Burnout”