Welcome to 2025—where the first week feels more like a test of endurance than a fresh start. I’m not even going to touch on the political messes already making headlines. Let’s just say that watching it all unfold is a reminder that the world is as unpredictable as ever. But for now, I’ll focus on what’s closer to home.
Let’s talk weather. A polar vortex has decided to give half the U.S. an unwelcome hug—icy, relentless, and completely unwarranted. Here in Colorado, winter has finally arrived with a vengeance. December felt more like an extended fall, dry and relatively mild, so I can’t complain too much. But stepping outside now? Frigid doesn’t even cover it. The silver lining? My work travel got canceled, so at least I’m not dealing with airports or icy roads. Small wins, right?
Work, however, hasn’t taken a snow day. It’s been insane, and honestly, I’m feeling burnt out. The thing is, it’s just me. I’m not saying that to throw myself a pity party—it’s just the truth. Every responsibility, every decision, every little thing that needs to be handled lands squarely on my shoulders. And while everyone deals with their own version of this, it’s starting to weigh on me.
Here’s the kicker: people think I’ve got it all together. They assume I’ve cracked some secret code to balance work, life, and everything in between. Spoiler alert: I haven’t. I’m just a really good actor. But you know what? Talking about it doesn’t fix it. Complaining doesn’t make the bills go away, doesn’t feed the animals, and definitely doesn’t make challenging coworkers less…challenging. So, I keep my mouth shut, put my head down, and get it done. Because that’s life, right? Everyone’s carrying their own load, and no one has time to care about someone else’s baggage.
Still, I needed to vent. If you’re reading this, you know how it goes. There’s this constant juggling act—taking care of animals, navigating work stress, trying to eat healthier, squeezing in workouts, managing intermittent fasting, washing my hair (yes, it’s a chore), cleaning the house, cooking…and let’s not even get into the mental load of it all.
The truth is, I’ll push through like I always do. But for now, I’m just acknowledging that it’s heavy. And sometimes, just admitting that feels like a small release.
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Preach! having a holiday break did not feel like a break at all. Then to come back to a boss, not a leader, was not something I looked forward to. But like you stated, we keep it moving…at least until we can move those human blocks out of our way.