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The Weight of Unsolicited advice
Last week, I had a conversation with a friend who had started making significant progress in her fitness journey. As someone who has been trying to become fitter for as long as I can remember, she began instructing me to do what she does because she felt like it was “time” now. This wasn’t the first time I felt like someone was telling me what I should be doing with my life. I know it comes from a place of love and care, but sometimes it makes me feel as though people think t
mil3gro
May 232 min read
Burnout
My first memory of burnout was before I even knew what burnout was. It was during my parent-teacher meeting in Grade 1. I remember smiling so hard that my cheeks began to hurt as the teacher sang my praises to my parents. I was pleased with myself for making my school happy, my parents proud, and my older sisters honoured as I followed in their footsteps. I was content because everyone around me was content. They were the priority, not me. As I grew older, I carried this emot
mil3gro
May 172 min read
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