Monday, 5:00 a.m. My alarm blares for the third time and I’m already negotiating with myself. Just ten more minutes. I was supposed to be up at 4 a.m. for yoga, lemon water, and journaling (you know, the whole miracle morning routine). Instead, I wrap myself in a blanket burrito, dozing and trying to beat the sleepiness. I’m sure, were I to open Instagram another post would show a CEO touting her 4:30 a.m. wake-up. Meanwhile, I’m lying here, dreading the 9 a.m. Zoom meeting. The guilt sinks in: Why can’t I hustle like that without feeling exhausted?
Sound familiar? By 11 a.m., I’ve downed two coffees and my to-do list is still glaring at me with 15 unchecked tasks. My brain feels like an internet browser with 37 tabs open (and I can’t tell which one the music is coming from). I catch myself staring blankly at the screen, daydreaming about escaping to a quiet cabin or a Bali beach. At this point, burnout isn’t a hypothetical, it’s my daily reality. I did everything the hustle gurus said: early alarms, late nights, side projects. And yet here I am, one minor Slack notification away from a meltdown. There’s got to be a better way to be productive. One that doesn’t make us feel like we’re towing a boat with an Opel Corsa (a.k.a. pushing way beyond our brain’s capacity).
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