I “burnt the candle” at both ends when I was a younger version of myself. My Mom repetitively told me NOT to do it. Warned me that I would burn out. This was in the days when “burn out” didn’t even exist. Not in my life and also not in medicine. Up all night and up in the morning. No problem. None.  Days when School and work were roughly as the song stated “9-5”. This mind you, was also in the day when my Mom knew nothing. And I had energy!!! LOTS of energy.

Something has caught up with me. I am beginning to feel burnt.  Just what did she know after all? And just how much?

I think our clocks have permanently changed. 9-5 doesn’t exists. The days begin and seem to never end. Burn out is now a medical term. But how could a life of endless party keep me going and now I burn out by just looking at the piles in the washroom? It could be age, but it could also be  Karma. Maybe it was the falling off of an easy going fun life and falling into Adulthood reality that struck the match? Reality really can suck. (Parties usually don’t.)

Does anyone remember going out on Friday till the wee hours and not needing till Monday to get over it? If I never went out till the wee hours when I was young have saved my energy for Today?  I think not, but my Mom is not here either to confirm or disaffirm that.

Mom knew everything about burn out, she was just a good 35 years too early to try and teach/warn me about it. Now I could surely use a tip or two.

And that bigger Candle.