This Is Not A Productivity Article

I’m not sure when the exhaustion started. It began settling in as the days kept rolling, nesting in between my bones and capturing the muscles in my legs. At first it was a distant hum I chose to ignore, as I dragged myself from my desk to a dance class to a meeting to the kitchen to cook.

I put in the hours. I had dutifully cultivated a routine over the past months that helped me ensure I’d get things…