There’s something poignant about watching corporate America discover burnout each solstice, as if it were a seasonal allergy.
But maybe this isn’t just about work overload or AI anxiety. Maybe it’s about our inability to name the spiritual bankruptcy of work without sounding “unprofessional.”
Summer is a time for ripening. Perhaps this is the moment when something deeper breaks through, if we can bear the heat long enough to feel it.
There’s something poignant about watching corporate America discover burnout each solstice, as if it were a seasonal allergy.
But maybe this isn’t just about work overload or AI anxiety. Maybe it’s about our inability to name the spiritual bankruptcy of work without sounding “unprofessional.”
Summer is a time for ripening. Perhaps this is the moment when something deeper breaks through, if we can bear the heat long enough to feel it.