Well folks, it’s happened. After a year that I will henceforth refer to as, “The Year That Changed Everything,” I have completely, utterly, all the overused adverbs in the world-ly, hit a wall of systemic exhaustion. 

Not that I can stop. 

I’ve got four trips planned in the next eight weeks, all for work or book-related endeavors. Los Angeles —> Las Vegas (lord help me) —> San Francisco —> Virginia Beach. 

I’ve put myself on a work embargo in between trips, which means after I write this, I’m going skiing. (That’s how embargoes work, right? They’re conditional upon finishing work, right? RIGHT?)

Burnout is a manifestation of chronic, unmitigated stress. Or, as the World Health Organization defines it, an “occupational phenomena” characterized by “feelings of energy depletion or exhaustion; increased mental distance from one’s job, or feelings of negativism or cynicism related to one’s job; and reduced professional efficacy.”

One google of “burnout” provides a whole host of solutions, but frankly, I’m too burned out to even look through it and throw some research at you. Instead, I’ll share my unscientific philosophy on the matter: the BBC.

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The thing about publishing memoir is that everyone wants to talk to you about it. If you’re trying to sell as many books as possible, which I am, this means taking every opportunity to chat. MAY CAUSE SIDE EFFECTS is gaining traction and the bigger the opportunity, the more focused I need to be. 

Thus, for the next eight weeks, I’m postponing, cancelling, or avoiding any work that’s not directly MCSE related. No more bullshit meetings. No more “picking my brain.” The same goes for social obligations. If I don’t fully want to be in an experience or around a group of people, it’s just not happening. I don’t have the bandwidth. 

The only cure I’ve ever found for burnout is boredom followed by creativity. Not standing-in-line-at-the-grocery-store-boredom, but true boredom. Like pandemic levels of boredom. The kind of boredom that transitions from agitation to openness, where the brain shuts down and the instinct to pick up a paintbrush, go for a walk, or play an instrument kicks in. 

In my experience, true rest only occurs in this state. And it’s why vegging out in front of the TV for an hour isn’t all that rejuvenating. What the mind and body needs is primal rest, the sort that occurs in nature or in the nurturing presence of close friends or family. 

It’s a cumulative process, too. One that isn’t all that compatible to modern life. But there are little things we can do to facilitate boredom, like leaving your phone at home when you go for a walk or taking a social media break. One of the more amusing strategies I heard involved locking yourself in your bathroom with nothing but a pen and paper, setting an hour-long timer, and not allowing yourself to do anything but scribble or doodle while you’re in there. No reading lotion labels, no organizing the makeup drawer. No bubble baths. Just pure, private, glorious boredom. 

The great tragedy of the digital world is that fewer people—kids, especially—get bored enough to pick up a pen, eliminating countless writers and artists who might be filled with talent but are instead wasting away playing Fortnite.

I don’t think it’s an accident that our abhorrent collective mental health coincides with the massacre of arts funding in schools. As the beloved author Kurt Vonnegut said, “The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake.”

Making art for art’s sake is the only thing that rejuvenates my brain during times of burnout. But purposeless creativity does not exist without boredom, which is why the two need to go together. The second moneymaking is involved, it moves into the realm of adding to burnout rather than removing it. 

Of course, I don’t have kids or an elderly parent to care for. Caregiving burnout is its own beast; one that trickier to address. So I’m not even going to try. But if you’re burned out keeping other humans alive, consider yourself hugged. You’re doing a hard thing. 

With that, I’m going skiing. Without my phone. If I have time left in the day while it’s still light out, I’ll paint something. And then in 36 hours I’ll get on a plane. Rinse and repeat.

Last weekend, I did something I rarely do: I went out. Like out out. I put on heels, wore makeup, and made chitchat with strangers at a fundraiser for a local museum. 

I was invited as a date for a friend whose husband went on a last minute business trip, leaving her as the lone stag in a group of eight couples. My butt did a great job of filling the seat, but a table of familiar faces brought not a sense of inclusion, but the sting of loneliness. 

The experience highlighted a nagging feeling I’ve had since MAY CAUSE SIDE EFFECTS was published in September. The book was, in many ways, my best friend. A constant, intimate presence, it persisted through the ebbs and flows of my life, the work often reflecting my reality. It gave me a sense of purpose, never wavered in its dedication, and showed up when I needed it. When it hit bookshelves, it’s like it moved away. It isn’t mine any more. It belongs to other people now, influencing their lives while I scramble to fill the void. 

Though the loss has gifted me oodles time, it also illuminates neglect. All of my relationships have suffered over the past five years, particularly my friendships. As a single person with no kids and a minuscule family unit—it’s just me and my mom, no siblings or notable extended family—I’ve always kept a mental running list of friends who would step up in a crisis, no questions asked. 

I don’t know if there’s anyone on that list anymore. 

Years ago I might have blamed this development on the failure of the parties involved, assuming we just didn’t try hard enough. Now, I understand that biology and social psychology is at play, and that itinerant life I’ve led isn’t conducive to creating and maintaining intimate friendships.

The number and quality of friendships is the single most important indicator of longevity and happiness and as we age, friendships become more important for health than family. 

But in 2021, 12 percent of American adults said they had no close friends, contributing to the loneliness crisis that began well before, but was exacerbated by, the pandemic. 

So how do we make friends as adults? More importantly, how do we create meaningful friendships that increase happiness? I dove into the research of evolutionary psychologist and friendship expert Robin Dunbar to find out.

Robin Dunbar is best known for Dunbar’s Number, which he defines as the number of relationships people are able to cognitively able to manage and maintain at once. He puts this number at 150, which unsurprisingly, is just about the size of the average American wedding guest list. 

These 150 people are made up both friends and family and sorted into a sort of circular hierarchy. The closer the ring of people around you, the fewer the people in the ring. 

In the bullseye with you is an spouse or intimate partner, followed by three to five people who make up the first ring, usually family members and a close friend or two. The next ring expands and holds secondary characters. Grandma, perhaps. Friends you know very well but maybe not the one you call in a crisis. From there, we expand through the rings of fair weather friends, colleagues, extended family, old friends who live in different places, and so on through the target.

Meaningful friendship is woven by shared experience and regular exposure. Therefore, the best way to make new friends is to engage in a consistent, social activity like a weekly meetup group. 

When we’re kids, this is automatic. We go to school or an after school activity, see the same people every day, and become friends. As adults, we lose opportunities for that natural interaction. Some people get it through work, but for someone like me who works alone and at home, I have to create it. It’s no surprise, then, that the people in my “close” and “best” friend circles over the years have come from going to the same CrossFit class, at the same time, five days a week for years. 

It’s also not surprising that over the past six years, when I was either traveling internationally or splitting my time between Canada and the US, my friendships suffered. I’d be in town for three weeks and leave for two months. People had babies in the time I was away. 

In my head, they still remained in the “close” or “best” category because I didn’t stay in one place long enough to forge a friendship strong enough to fill the space. But while I was away, my place in their hierarchy shifted, knocking me to outer circles. 

Where people stand in the hierarchy is constantly shifting. When you see less of someone because you see more of somebody else, it pushes people in and out of different circles. We see this happen all the time when people enter new relationships. In an interview with Dan Harris on the Ten Percent Happier Podcast, Dunbar said that falling in love can actually take the place of two close relationships, because the mental energy and attention devoted to the new person inevitably boots two people out of the ring. This explains why people disappear when they get into a relationship. It’s not because they don’t care or are blinded by love. It’s because we have limited capacity.

When life separates “close” and “best” friends, the instinct is to hold those people in their circles by keeping in touch through social media or phone calls. Though social media has a reputation for, you know, toppling democracy and obliterating societal mental health, it’s actually supports relationship intimacy. But with limited energy to devote to friendships, time spent on Facebook eats into opportunities for in-person connection. 

For relationships in the outer rings, this isn’t a big deal. But at the inner rings, intention is crucial. As Dunbar says, people might be “better off finding a new shoulder to cry on just round the corner, so when the world does fall apart, they can walk around the block, knock on their door and get a hug.”

Said another way by the lyricist Stephen Stills: “If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.” 

The hardest part of making friends—especially in a new place—is the beginning. But once you engage in a community and show up consistently, proximity will eventually lead to connection. Once those connections are made, the circles naturally expand as people get introduced to one another, creating a flywheel affect that ultimately leads to the sort of event I found myself at last weekend. 

As I felt sorry for myself at the table, envious that these sixteen (!) adults had so much support for one another, I wondered what it was about me that made me feel so separate. 

The answer is that while I was off in Cambodia or Croatia for a month at a time, they were all moving back to Reno and starting their families. All of them have kids around the same age. They get together for play dates and PTA meetings. When the kids aren’t around, they share the common ground gained from so many years of similar experience, often within walking distance of one another. 

It’s a barrier I’m just not going to be able to crack. But that’s okay. There’s plenty of room for them in my “good friends” category, and now I won’t beat myself up wondering why I can’t bring them closer.

No matter what country we live in, what culture we’re a part of, or what religion we practice, everything in our world revolves around a single goal: attaining happiness.

This far-off-but-acheivable-if-you-follow-the-rules happiness is our own personal autocrat. In a capitalist society, the happiness dictator demands that if we study hard to gain a career, we can work hard to earn money to buy things that make us happy. In a communist society, the happiness dictator demands that if we all work hard to produce enough to share then everyone will be equally happy. Meanwhile, a Catholic happiness dictator tells us that if we follow the word of the Bible and repent for our sins, we will hit the happy lottery and win a one way ticket to heaven.

It’s all a rat race to nowhere. A new iPad won’t bring lasting happiness any more than having the same amount of potatoes as your neighbor or confessing to a stranger in a box. And still, we follow the rules of these mythical ideas because somewhere out there, just out of our reach, is the happiness we’re promised.

Happiness is a paradox. The more we look for it, the more we become aware that we don’t have it. And when we’re asked to define what happiness is and why we want it, the answer is unclear. Is happiness just the absence of pain? Satisfaction? Having hope? Experiencing love? To want for nothing?

The Dutch do a better job of breaking down happiness into meaningful definitions. Lykke is the Danish word for sort of elusive feeling we search for, the sort of deep happiness that comes only once in a while but feels so good. It is inherently fleeting and often out of our control. Glad is more of a nothing-out-of-the-ordinary contentment, or general satisfaction with the trajectory of one’s life.

(In my view, lykke is a feeling and glad is a state, which means this newsletter should really be titled, “Glad is a Skill, Lykke is a Bonus.”)

According to Buddhism, most people identify happiness with pleasant feelings, and all of life is a quest to feel more pleasure. The problem, though, is that feelings are fickle. We experience joy, then we are dissatisfied when joy dissipates, which leads to malaise, which prompts us to search for joy again. We rinse and repeat this cycle, never gaining any meaningful last effects and constantly subjecting suffering for it. Hence the Buddhist mantra, “Life is suffering.”

Buddhism argues that the only way to relieve this suffering is to understand the impermanent nature of all feelings which leads us to stop craving happiness. To truly understand that all feelings come and go—satisfaction, boredom, anger, panic, joy, malaise—is the whole point of mediation.

Some people get this concept more than others. They’re the ones who seem to shrug it all off and keep on whistling. Then there’s the rest of us, myself included. I have to put in work to recognize that not only am I in a constant state of craving, but that I am actively convincing myself I can hold onto more happiness if I can just change something out there. But I have also touched on a handful of moments—typically in meditation or walking in nature—where I tap into a state of being that demands nothing from the world around me. In those moments, I know I have everything I need and that who I am is not the home I live in or the job I do or how I feel about the things I have. Gratitude and lykke rush through me and out of me, leaving a hum of glad with no external attachment.

These moments are transient. I am in no way a master of remaining in this state, but they remind me that it is possible stop all the wanting and simply just be.

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The money, job, marriage myth: are you happy yet? | Books | The Guardian

One of the biggest issues I’m currently working on is untangling the idea that money and jobs with prestige and praise = success. This article helped unravel some of my mental knots; 87% of florists say they’re happy compared to 64% of lawyers, and the happiest people work 21 – 30 hours a week.

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Why Finland And Denmark Are Happier Than The U.S. — www.youtube.com

What does it take to be happy? The Nordic countries seem to have it all figured out. About those high taxes: When paying hefty tariffs means it costs only $300 to have a baby, homelessness is nearly eradicated, and the government will support you while you quit your day job and go to art school…well, it seems people are more than happy to shell out.

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The Key to Finding Happiness: Stop Trying to Be Happy | Mark Manson — markmanson.net

Though they seem at odds, Manson’s call to stop trying to be happy aligns exactly with my theory of happiness as a skill. Happiness, he says, is not something you achieve. It’s the side effect, rather, of getting your life in order.