When we don’t count the work of living as work, we can quickly reach exhaustion and have no idea why. At the end of our tether but not realizing it, we wonder why such simple things feel both urgent and impossible. Responding to a text message is overwhelming. A gentle request feels like an unthinkable demand. Mopping the floor would be a nightmare. Add a layer of shame, and the conclusion is that our ineptitude must be to blame.
