I Was Running. And It Fucked Me Up.

I've been burning out for the last couple of weeks.

Not the dramatic kind where you can't get out of bed. The slow kind. Where you're still working 14-16 hours a day but you feel nothing. Where you keep pushing because that's just what you do, until one day you realize the pushing itself is the problem.

I started understanding it only recently. Talking to a few founder friends. Watching some reels that made me feel seen. Sitting with the discomfort long enough to actually ask — why do I feel this way?

Here's what I found: I love to push myself. That's not the problem.

The problem is that as I grew, I started wearing more hats. Strategy, ops, client work, content, outreach, onboarding — all of it, all at once. And I didn't notice it happening. I just kept saying yes to the next thing because the growth mindset said: you can figure it out.

And here's where it gets interesting — and a little uncomfortable to admit.

When you have a genuine growth mindset, something shifts inside you. You start seeing improvement everywhere. In every habit, every skill, every system. You want to be better at everything — all at once. Every area of life becomes a project. And your brain needs that dopamine hit of progress, constantly.

I was running.

Not toward something. Just running. Because stopping felt like falling behind.

And it fucked me up.

I'm still figuring out what gives me energy versus what drains it. Still in the middle of that audit. But something I know already: the growth mindset isn't the problem. The absence of stillness is.

You can't run 24/7 and call it growth. At some point, you have to stop. Breathe. Ask what actually matters. Not everything needs to compound right now.

This is me, processing out loud. No lesson at the end. Just the honest middle of it.