I try to be uplifting in the bulk of my posts. Providing an inside look while dropping some useful gems here and there is all I want to do. I’ve always promised to be transparent with what I’m doing here, and today is no different. This past week was a rough one. I almost quit twice, both times over something seemingly trivial.

I couldn’t figure out what my problem was. I LOVE death care. So why was every task beginning to feel like a punishment? Why were the phone calls annoying me? Why was my fuse so short and my patience so thin?

Then it hit me. It was the burnout.

This job is normally a thankless one. It’s easy to get caught up in the frills of planning and the office politics and lose sight of why you’re there. Why you chose to be there. Even if you’re able to give yourself a surge of the good feels, it’s still hard.

This week, I found myself stuck on what I wasn’t able to do because of work. I missed a big family event, due to what I considered poor judgement on my manager’s part. I spent the bulk of the week on call for one of my coworkers. I was just TIRED.

Many employees experience burnout at some point during their career, but burnout is far more dangerous when it comes to death care. Pushing yourself to continue going through the motions isn’t something I’d recommend, but it was exactly what I was doing.

At the behest of a really good friend. I put my phone on silent for a night, and just indulged in some self care. I lit a candle, took a bubble bath, and poured a glass of wine. It was heaven.

I’m still a bit overwhelmed, tired, and am still feeling a little burnt out, but it will pass.

I’m working on it.