It's been 6 months since I last took a vacation. 6 months since I last had a decent night's sleep. 6 months since I last saw the sun without squinting through a window.
I used to be a visionary, the one everyone looked up to. The one who had a thousand ideas a day and could talk the talk. But now? Now I'm just trying to keep up.
I'm not alone, though. I've got a community of fellow visionaries who are just as burnt out. We're a support group, really. A group of burnt-out, coffee-guzzling, sleep-deprived visionaries.
We're on Part 6: The Breakdown, where I share my descent into madness and the inevitable collapse of society as we know it.
Or, if you're feeling particularly adventurous, you can check out our Therapy Sessions subpage for some real talk about the struggles of being a visionary.
And, because you asked, here's a Part 7: The Redemption for the truly masochistic.
Join us for real talk, not just hot air.
Where it all falls apart.