The pattering of rain on the bathroom skylight sung us to sleep… well, almost.

I lay there, my thoughts beating to the rhythms of the rain. Rapid, random, ruthless. So I swung my legs out of bed, threw my robe on, and shuffled to my office across the hall.

When the sun finally crept up over the hill, I had the clearest thought I have had in months.

I am burnt out.

And then, standing there in that beautiful sunlight, a feeling I did not expect.