And i, who am usually a quite compassionate person, found myself rolling my eyes and saying, and this is my night name and he looked at me was so, oh,

did you say it aloud? Not just in your

head? I

kind of mumbled it, andi and i, i, i, you know, like, and he just turned and i was, i just felt so, so bad. It was terrifically insulting and unkind. And i, i, knew what to say to calm him down. I could have done the thing i should have done. And that's what made me think, like, wow, what happened the night was i realized i had nothing left. I was so depleted. And that's what made me realize, whow. I'm really burnt out. I'm a year in, and i'm burnt out. That's a problem, that

feeling of burn out, it's become really familiar.

It's a sense of being stunk, i guess, as if it will be like this, f to the end of time. Many

of you have told us you're feeling it too.

I find myself, you

know, it becoming very high strung, cloudy and irritable at worst. I mean, i'm teaching to litle like square boxes, like imy. Now people are actually behind those boxes. Is a feeling of i can't, my brain is full, like, i'm like, how did i get here? It really can't feel like hope is hard to come by.

So how do we start again? See things anew?