I knew I was burning out by the time I got to Cannes in mid-May, because about a week into it — the festival runs just shy of two weeks — I realized I was feeling much better. Which is not usually how festivals go; Cannes in particular requires being awake and alert enough to watch and judge movies for roughly 16 hours per day (this is not an exaggeration) and that is enough to kill most people’s brains dead. But I could feel myself coming back to life, and this was a surprise, a new feeling.
All so true and familiar. In fact, because of burnout, it's taken me forever to crack open my copy of SALTY, but last weekend I did and I love it and I keep stopping to write in my journal about dinner parties of my youth and learning how to be a host in my 20s and it's just great to get back in touch with something in me that has been buried by... [see burnout].
This one really hit home. You described hat feeling of burnout perfectly. Sometimes we all just need a rest. I know I could use one too. I hope you get yours. 😁
All so true and familiar. In fact, because of burnout, it's taken me forever to crack open my copy of SALTY, but last weekend I did and I love it and I keep stopping to write in my journal about dinner parties of my youth and learning how to be a host in my 20s and it's just great to get back in touch with something in me that has been buried by... [see burnout].
This one really hit home. You described hat feeling of burnout perfectly. Sometimes we all just need a rest. I know I could use one too. I hope you get yours. 😁