Despite the effectively-constant enervation, I am attempting my weekly trip to the Oregon Zoo. I’m not even there yet, still transiting, and I’m already starting to fade inside and out. Maybe the worst thing about burnout is the frequent risk that even the things you do for self-care might on balance come with too high a price in exchange for the try.
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.