Sylvain Breton: Confidence.
I’ve got bore-out sickness.
It’s been going on for a few months—several, actually—but now I’ve lost contro
Confidence.
I’ve got bore-out sickness.
It’s been going on for a few months—several, actually—but now I’ve lost control.
Everything is boring.
I don’t feel like doing anything.
Sometimes I do absolutely nothing all day.
And then suddenly, one day, I feel like working for my business, I do chores around the house, I go for a hard bike ride—I feel alive.
The next day, I might binge-watch a 9-episode Netflix series in one sitting.
But the important stuff always gets done: the dishes is done, meals are prepared, I’m there for my kids when they’re around, I’m there for my wife, the dog still gets his long walks in the forest and I take good care of my chickens… But as soon as I’m alone, I often do nothing—I tidy up around the house, do a little repair here and there, listen to some good music and just do ducking nothing.
My finances are taking a bit of a hit.
Our whole life is based on money, the house, the car, the kids, vacations… And suddenly the kids leave home, the mortgage is mostly paid, work brings in a little money without really working, life seems to be moving along, but the appeal of the calm unchanging ocean , the still motionless water of the ocean doesn’t interest me anymore.
Without a storm, I’m an observer; I’m no longer a participant.
This isn’t a depressive state.
It’s as if the need to “be” without “doing” has taken precedence over “doing” without “being.”
Sylvain Breton: Confidence. I’ve got bore-out sickness. It’s been going on for a few months—several, actually—but now I’ve lost control.
Confidence. I’ve got bore-out sickness. It’s been going on for a few months—several, actually—but now I’ve lost control. Everything is boring. I don’t feel like doing anything. Sometimes I do absolutely nothing all day. And then suddenly, one day, I feel like working for my business, I do chores around the house, I go for a hard bike ride—I feel alive. The next day, I might binge-watch a 9-episode Netflix series in one sitting. But the important stuff always gets done: the dishes is done, meals are prepared, I’m there for my kids when they’re around, I’m there for my wife, the dog still gets his long walks in the forest and I take good care of my chickens… But as soon as I’m alone, I often do nothing—I tidy up around the house, do a little repair here and there, listen to some good music and just do ducking nothing. My finances are taking a bit of a hit. Our whole life is based on money, the house, the car, the kids, vacations… And suddenly the kids leave home, the mortgage is mostly paid, work brings in a little money without really working, life seems to be moving along, but the appeal of the calm unchanging ocean , the still motionless water of the ocean doesn’t interest me anymore. Without a storm, I’m an observer; I’m no longer a participant. This isn’t a depressive state. It’s as if the need to “be” without “doing” has taken precedence over “doing” without “being.”
Confidence. I’ve got bore-out sickness. It’s been going on for a few months—several, actually—but now I’ve lost control. Everything is boring. I don’t feel like doing anything. Sometimes I do absolutely nothing all day. And then suddenly, one day, I feel like working for my business, I do chores around the house, I go for a hard bike ride—I feel alive. The next day, I might binge-watch a 9-episode Netflix series in one sitting. But the important stuff always gets done: the dishes is done, meals are prepared, I’m there for my kids when they’re around, I’m there for my wife, the dog still gets his long walks in the forest and I take good care of my chickens… But as soon as I’m alone, I often do nothing—I tidy up around the house, do a little repair here and there, listen to some good music and just do ducking nothing. My finances are taking a bit of a hit. Our whole life is based on money, the house, the car, the kids, vacations… And suddenly the kids leave home, the mortgage is mostly paid, work brings in a little money without really working, life seems to be moving along, but the appeal of the calm unchanging ocean , the still motionless water of the ocean doesn’t interest me anymore. Without a storm, I’m an observer; I’m no longer a participant. This isn’t a depressive state. It’s as if the need to “be” without “doing” has taken precedence over “doing” without “being.”
