The Burnout

by Sophie Kinsella

How am I supposed to have time to reflect? How can I feel joyful when I’m constantly gripped by panic? How am I supposed to write down my aspirations when my only aspiration is stay on top of life and I’m failing at that?

I have one job. One flat. No children. But still life feels impossible.

I’m not sure these steps will lead to a “better me,” but they will lead to a “happy me.” “Better me” can just wait for a bit. In fact, I’m tempted to tell “better me” to sod right off.

Maybe I can’t commune with nature, but I sure as hell can commune with carbs.

“The thing you must remember is to enjoy the ride.” He looks at me with a sharp blue gaze, and just for an instant I’m looking at the old Terry. “Enjoy every moment. Because if you don’t, what’s the point? The ride is it.”

want to enjoy life again, I realize. Because life is the ride, and the ride is it. You have to enjoy it.