an argument for a slower pace of life

intentional living after burnout

In the summer of 2021, I had just celebrated my first full year of sobriety and was itching for my next challenge. After years of spending most weekends with my head in a toilet bowl following a night of partying, I felt emboldened with the free time painted widespread across my calendar. We were a year into the collective reflection brought on by months spent isolated in lockdowns, with nothing else to do except self-examine. I was hooked on self-help — books, podcasts, YouTube channels, social media influencers, you name it. I gobbled it up and went back for more. I was addicted to personal improvement and levelling up. That’s when everything came crashing down.