It was March of 2010, and things were looking bleak.

Or maybe it was March of 2011. It could have been either — I had a lot of bleak years. Anyway, on this particular occasion, I had sat down with my mother to go over the financials for my music school, Eclectic Music.

Revenue was fine. But revenue is not really the important number, is it? What really matters is profit, and mine was nonexistent.

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I remember being jealous of my cat.

There I was in high school, faced with the misery of having to write a research paper.

Meanwhile, all Kitty had to do was curl up in a fluffy orange ball and look cute. She could sleep whenever she wanted to and relax the rest of the time. It wasn’t fair at all.

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I am doing everything wrong on social media.

As a creator, I’m supposed to have a niche. As a business owner, I’m supposed to have a clear offer.

I’m supposed to post in three different categories: one third education, one third inspiration, and one third promotion.

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I survived exactly one year of teaching public school. 

I liked the actual job, mostly — the music teacher at two schools. But it was a job for someone about twice as old as I was. 

And I needed to be paid about twice as much to make it work. 

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Obviously, sleep well. Eat well. Get exercise. 

And if you’re doing all of that and you still feel awful, what then? 

My hypothesis is that burnout comes from a mismatch of our expectations and our choices. 

To fix that, we can adjust our expectations, or we can adjust our choices. 

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