When I posted one of my Soul Shares about burnout last week I received a lot of direct messages and comments. It reminded me about the stigma that still exists for people going through burnout and the shame and feeling of failure that surrounds this diagnosis (or lack thereof).

Each time I open this page to write, I allow myself to become distracted by something else, social media, harassing my daughter or… anything. I tell myself it’s because this subject isn’t the right one, maybe I don’t have anything really interesting to say about it …

I was weeding my garden this weekend; a chore I don’t particularly enjoy, but I had let it go for a few weeks and it was in dire need. I set out with the intention of doing the whole thing, but after an hour crouched over with my hands in the dirt, I came to the conclusion that I would have to finish it in another session.

Ladies, it’s been far too long since I’ve written, and while much of my coaching does include a piece on consistency, I realize I haven’t been consistently writing and sharing in this forum. So Coach, coach thyself, and here I am on a gorgeous summer morning in August, really pondering what it is that I want to connect with each of you on.