There’s something truly special about “burning out”.
In the last nine months since my move from Melbourne to Sydney, I have managed to: work full-time, pick my degree back up, train for a marathon, go vegan, learn french and step up my social life.
A lot to bear you may say, but the last nine months has actually been the most inspiring, engaging, frantic and rewarding period of time since i was pushed out of my mother’s birth canal.
After feeling particularly unwell for almost a month now, my doctor finally got his shit together and diagnosed me with ‘Chronic Fatigue Syndrome’.
Fucken great.
So not only did i burn out, I managed to burn out, then after the spontaneous combustion ceased, came back to life as the mythical creature phoenix and burnt out AGAIN.
Breathe. Positive thoughts.
I’m taking a break from Adland (that’s the Advertising Industry for those of you who are fortunate enough to exist outside of it) and heading on holiday for a tropical retreat to you know, do yoga and shit… be all spiritual and what not.
Stopping in to Melbourne next week to see pals and drink high-tea with hipsters then it’s Kuala Lumpur for shopping, Singapore for spiritual guidance and Bali for my best friend’s wedding.
Selamat tinggal peeps!
