Have you ever woken up on a Sunday morning, not because of the smell of coffee roasting in the shop down the street or because of the light coming through your curtains, but because of the looming stress caused by the work that awaits you in the office on Monday? Worse yet, have you ever been out to dinner with friends on a Saturday night, sidetracked by the weight of unread emails in your pocket? I know the feeling.
It was easier for me to acknowledge burnout symptoms when I worked in the legal field – where the expectation (allure, even) of the job was that I’d burn the midnight oil and eat takeout at my desk most nights. Now, if I catch myself succumbing to pre-Monday blues, I feel guilty: “What do I have to complain about?”, I’ll ask myself. “You’re doing the work you’ve always hoped to do.” It’s as if I signed a 100% positivity clause when I joined the social good space.