When you take on loads of voluntary activities it becomes very easy to fall victim to burn-out. It’s happened to me before, twice, but having finished last year on an illness bender and having been restored to full health just before Winter Solstice, I started 2009 with all the naivety of a nine year old. “2009 will be my year” I thought to myself as I stepped out into the new year. “Last year was pretty great – one of the best; but this year…this year will be great”.
I started this blog with the intention that writing would help me understand and fix my projects and workloads into my head, so I guess I should just take some time to take stock, if I am only 1 month in:
Current projects, finish decorating the house, design logo for transition city Manchester, finish designing banner for the Barbakan, then buy the canvas and paint it, finish delivering flyers for keep Chorlton interesting, start the food growing project, continue writing for the Call to Real Action, help Manchester Creative Collectives re-draft their manifesto. Finish time for all projects, 31st March. Shit!
I was in London for a few days with work, attending a sustainability conference with prominent guest speakers and the like. It was all well and good but, I didn’t learn anything new! Same old rhetoric, same old faces. I seem to have an endless supply of naivety. Once again I genuinely believed that I’d come away with answers but I’m afraid that I didn’t. However, what I do have is 7 hours of minute taking to type up and report back to work on. This is all secondary to the tale though…while in Lewersham, I might have agreed to write a series of books on home brewing and definitely agreed to design my mate’s garden for her. How much more am I going to volunteer to do?
As burn-out approaches, there seems to be much more that I’m not doing, rather than doing…can it be possible that the more one takes on the less one does? I shall proceed with caution.
Once our new housemate moves into to the spare room, I can begin weighing the household rubbish. (Next to me on my desk is a request from the council asking me to choose my desired recycling service. We’re to have our plastic bottles collected now! Soon, very soon the mountain of Charlie’s empty Iron Bru bottles stashed in the shed will be gone – a long and painful bone of contention soon to be healed by the magic of National Indicator 192 – Household waste recycled or composted.
We are now officially recieving 100% renewable elctricity…and our ethical gas supplier turn on the tap on April 1st. Yummy! My geeky side is shining through, kWh will become my only language soon enough.