Confessions of a Serial Overachiever (and Under-Rester)

Let's be honest. The whole "work-life balance" shtick? Feels more like a high-wire act without a net. I mean, on paper, I've got it all: a tech consulting gig that I love, a side hustle running a business with my amazing husband, and even a gym membership that gleams mockingly from my email inbox.

But here's the not-so-shiny truth: I only stepped into the gym this year when I mistook the smoothie bar for a new ice cream shop.

My meals? A symphony of screen-side peanut butter crackers and cold coffee, punctuated by the occasional sandwich.

And sleep? Don't even get me started. My brain, bless its hyper-focused ADHD heart, would rather plot world domination via to-do lists at 3 am than surrender to the sweet embrace of slumber.

The result? Decision fatigue so paralyzing that I could barely choose what color sticky note to use for the next task on my ever-expanding mountain of todo's. My evenings blurred into a haze of emails, spreadsheets, and takeout containers, leaving me feeling like a hamster on a caffeine-fueled treadmill to nowhere.

So, yeah, balance? Not exactly my strong suit. But here's the thing: pretending I'm some zen master of productivity while my inner world resembles a hurricane on espresso just isn't sustainable (or, frankly, very honest).

That's why I'm throwing down the gauntlet of vulnerability today.

Because maybe, just maybe, there's someone out there scrolling through LinkedIn, feeling just as overwhelmed and out-of-whack as I do. Maybe they, too, struggle with the tyranny of tiny decisions, the siren call of the inbox after hours, and the guilt of prioritizing work over well-being.

If that's you, let me assure you: you're not alone. And maybe, just maybe, by sharing my messy journey towards balance, we can find some sanity (and maybe even a few laughs) in this crazy juggling act called life.

So, stay tuned for the (hopefully) hilarious, (definitely) relatable chronicles of my quest to tame the decision monster, nourish my body beyond peanut butter crackers, and reclaim evenings that don't involve spreadsheets and takeout. Because even serial overachievers like us deserve a little peace, a little rest, and maybe even a walk to the gym that doesn't involve tumbleweeds.

Here's to finding balance, one tiny step (or maybe a giant leap of faith) at a time. Cheers to the messy, the real, and the beautifully imperfect pursuit of well-being.

Now, where did I put that yoga mat...?