Apparently, adults in their mid-20s-to-late-30s can’t complete tasks like mailing packages, scheduling dermatologist appointments, or vacuuming a car because they are burnt out.
I can’t even because I’m too burnt out to read the whole thing and I guess I don’t have any excuse (though I thought that sort of task paralysis was anxiety or ADHD related, which isn’t the exclusive domain of any one generation).
And once again, I’m dreading 2021 when the oldest millennials turn 40. I’m already bracing for a decade of thinkpieces on aging when I know I should be focusing on what energizes me rather than what enervates. Being on fire is my theme for 2019.