I didn’t notice burnout sneaking in. Not because I’m special. Because delays are real, and my nervous system doesn’t send push notifications.
It took me 18 months to build a proper burnout. By the time I saw the iceberg, there was no heroic pivot left. I spent months “putting on the brakes.” It slowed the crash. It didn’t stop it.
Then the worse part: realizing I’d already run aground. Momentum finally came to rest. And I don’t like where it’s resting.
So here’s the less glamorous job. Stop pretending you can just slow down and be fine. Start turning. Be your own outside force.
This is where yoga earns its keep. Not as output. As signal. A feedback system that says: you’re burnt out, take time, shift now—even if it stings. If you can hear it, you can respond.


