2023-05-01-Burnout.md (3013B)
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- title: Burnout
- date: 2023-05-01
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- It kind of crept up on me. One day, sitting at my workstation, I stopped typing,
- stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds, and a switch flipped in my head.
- On the night of New Year's Eve, my backpack was stolen from me on the train from
- Berlin to Amsterdam, and with it about $2000 worth of equipment, clothes, and so
- on. A portent for the year that was to come. I generally keep my private and
- public lives carefully separated, but perhaps I will offer you a peek behind the
- curtain today.
- It seems like every week or two this year, another crisis presented itself, each
- manageable in isolation. Some were independent events, others snowballed as the
- same problems escalated. Gossip at the hackerspace, my personal life put on
- display and mocked. A difficult break-up in February, followed by a close friend
- facing their own relationship's hurtful end. Another close friend -- old, grave
- problems, once forgotten, remembered, and found to still be causing harm. Yet
- another friend, struggling to deal with depression and emotional abuse at the
- hands of their partner. Another friendship still: lost, perhaps someday to be
- found again.
- Dependable Drew, an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, always knowing the
- right words to say, ready to help and proud to be there for his friends. Friends
- who, amidst these crises, are struggling to be there for him.
- These events, set over the background of a world on fire.
- One of the more difficult crises in my purview reached its crescendo one week
- ago, culminating in death. A selfish end for a selfish person, a person who had
- hurt people I love; a final, cruel cut to the wounds we were trying to heal.
- I took time for myself throughout these endless weeks, looked after myself as
- best I could, and allowed my productivity to wane as necessary, unburdened by
- guilt in so doing. I marched on when I had the energy to, and made many
- achievements I'm proud of.
- Something changed this week. I have often remarked that when you're staring down
- a hard problem, one which might take years or even decades to finish, that you
- have two choices: give up or get to work. The years are going to pass either
- way. I am used to finding myself at the base of a mountain, picking up my
- shovel, and getting started. Equipped with this mindset, I have patiently ground
- down more than one mountain in my time. But this week, for the first time in my
- life, as I gazed upon that mountain, I felt intimidated.
- I'm not sure what the purpose of this blog post is. Perhaps I'm sharing an
- experience that others might be able to relate to. Perhaps it's healing in some
- way. Maybe it's just indulgent.
- I'm going to take the time I need to rest. I enjoy the company of wonderful
- colleagues at SourceHut, who have been happy to pick up some of the slack. I
- have established a formal group of maintainers for Hare and given them my
- blessing to work without seeking my approval. My projects will remain healthy as
- I take a leave. See you soon.