There’s something in the air right now because everyone and their mom is burnt out, exhausted, and ready to punch someone in the face.
“I’m. just. so. tired.” <—- Me this week.
Burnout’s definitely got some cachet up here in the Northeast, but it feels like sh*t and makes you a horrible human being.
You become the person who snaps at the guy next to you in line at Starbucks or goes off on your mom for asking simple questions.
“STOP JUDGING MY PARENTING MOM!!!”
“What? I was just asking if you want me to pick up anything for you at Costco. Are you OK?”
No, we’re not ok. We’re tired.
When I was in graduate school, I invented a non-evidence-based form of treatment for the deleterious effects of burnout called “Bunny Therapy.”
Given everyone’s September exhaustion combined with the recent Harvey devastation, DACA repeal, impending Irma doom, and stuff we’re ignoring about North Korea, this week you’re getting bunnies instead of more f%^*ing content you’re going to mark-as-read anyway.
So…Here are some bunnies I stole borrowed from Google Images and @bunnymama’s Instagram account.
Have some Bunny Therapy:
It’s working, isn’t it? I’m telling you, Bunny Therapy is legit.
Get some rest.
We got work to do next week.
