Four Tips to Tackle Burnout

Directionless pursuits

Burnout is a dreaded feeling. You’re sick of everything and it’s as if someone pulled the plug on your energy. Last semester, I was there. It’s my fault, I took on more than I could handle. The good news is having been through it, it taught a few ways to cope and move forward. If you’re experiencing burnout. Here are four tips.

First, never commit to more than you can complete well. It’s nice to finish quick, but what’s the use of completing work that’s subpar.


A second piece of advice is to take breaks. Often when I’m determined to finish a task, I’ll ignore eating or sleep. While it’s nice to reward yourself after hard work, sometime your mind, or body needs time to recharge. Take a walk or drive. Get fresh air, or do something fun. You’ll find when you come back to something after relaxing…

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The calls stopped coming in
The emails froze. It’s as if
In a day someone had flipped
Off the switch on my fifteen
Seconds. “Who are you?” The
Same fans who once swooned
Me asked. Astonished, by the
Change of pace I tried to rationalize
What had occurred. But deep down
It hurt too much to admit that
They had all moved on. I was the
One hit wonder. The song everyone
danced to all summer long, but
forgot the lyrics to and
When someone opted to play it
Everybody yelled “that’s wack”
Yes, a hack is what I had become
To many. Nobody was sending
Invitations or mentions.


The Perfect Man



Sunlight flooded the living room gleaming against the black leather binding of the King James Bible on a glass coffee table. The crucifix around the young pastor’s neck glistened against the rays of light. He donned a black suit and red tie. She locked eyes with him and he took her tiny hand into his. His lips drew back into a smile revealing even white rows of teeth. His grasp was strong, yet gentle. Her heart drummed faster. To think of all women he’d chosen her; the man for who she’d waited her entire life. Although she was only eighteen, she knew without a doubt; she loved him.



Twenty-two years yet, I feel no different from twenty-one. Now
my age is divisible by two. Drinking is no longer a big deal. I’ve been an
above age for four years, and I’m finally getting the hang of adulthood. Many
people I know have graduated college or are just about there. Some have
families, and others have held a stable post high school job for a few years.
Yes, it’s still young, but a world of difference from eighteen or nineteen.
Then there’s me, still in school. Still unsure of what I will do or where I
will be in the next few years. Unlike some my age, I’m taking things slow.
Hopefully in another three years. Perhaps by twenty-five I’ll have things
figured out.




Dreaming on a Subway

From the corner of her eye, a shadow darts by.

She speeds her steps, struggling to catch every fleeting

glance and ebb of pedestrians.





When she reaches the eighth Avenue subway line,

her eyes widen at the subway cars flying by. Having

seen nothing like it back at home.




She boards the subway car and holds onto the

stanchion pole riding to sixth Avenue line.

A gentle gust of cool wind caresses her skin and

a polar sense of warmth and frigidness indwells

her chest. Chromatic bursts of lights flicker

across the car. Her eyes pull shut. Shimmering

images of his sculpted countenance, and

iridescent eyes invade her mind. His firm,

measured voice speaks to her in haunting

whispers, and she tightens her fingers around

the sleek metallic pole.



The voice quiets and sense of presence vanishes. Her

eyes pry open to the crowded subway. An elderly

woman watches agape and returns to knitting when

she notices her watching back.

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She glances at her watch, noticing she almost

missed her stop at the Columbus circle station.

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The Watcher

Behind a rubber tree a cloaked figure watches

her maneuver between fallen trunks scattered

across the forest floor.



The glint of his iridescent eyes beyond

the woods captures her attention. She

looks up at the outline of the tangled

trees beyond the clearing. She meet’s

his gaze and shivers. A malevolent

current of  energy oozes from the entity.




She recoils but a powerful wave of energy

mounts her feet to the ground. Her heart

thumps quicker. Goosebumps flood her

limbs. A gust of wind wraps around her

ankles and wrist like a ribbon, lifting her

off the ground. Her fingertips ring with

pain and a stark volt of electricity surges

through her veins venturing up the nape

of her  neck prickling her skin.



She lifts her head with the sound a faint whisper

echoing in her ears, rotating her head she tries to

keep up with the voice. Shivers cascade her spine

and her palms from another voltaic wavelength.




Lying on her back her uneven heart beat drums

faster. A deep shadow alerts her that the phantom

now looms overhead. Shuttering, her eyes draw

upward, and she beholds him.





When I hold you, you’re so soft I could melt
Into you and fall asleep. I feel safe and secure
When I’m with you. I don’t want to
Be awakened. But time keeps us apart.
Every morning I hate parting from you.
The way you beg me to stay
But I can’t I have to get work done.
Throught the day I try to focus, and keep
My eyes open, but I can’t get you out of my head.
Watching, the clock I jump with glee, when it’s
Time to leave. I return to see you-lovlier than the
last time bidding for my time.
After, dinner and a hot shower I slip into your
Covers. Finally we’re together.
At last my bed and I are united oncemore.