It’s such an ugly phrase, isn’t it? Burnout. Like, somehow, I’ve become a burned up, hollowed out, shell of a person. The funny—and not so funny—thing of it, though, is that that isn’t far off from how it feels—to me anyway. It’s as if everything that makes me who I am has been slowly razed to the ground.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Pass the coffee, it’s been a long night.

We run ourselves ragged trying to do it all.

We’re all a little bit spicy up in here.