
Yeah… so I was burnt out!!! That is the truth. I can finally admit it to myself.
this is how I got to “burnt out.”
I got into college when I was 16 years old, I worked at a gas station, played rugby, went to school and partied – full-time. I somehow managed to graduate at 20 – my grades were awful. I got a job at Sovereign Bank right out of college. I married the love-of-my-life at 21 after dating for 4 years – and some marry-me-or-else pressure. We get pregnant, at six months pregnant, I had to leave for India to donate my kidney to my mother. I was in India for two months and got back in time for 28 hours of labour and a CRAZY c-section experience. Please stay with me…
so i’m back, nothing in my life is the same, I have this crazy scar, an amazing child, a gorgeous wife, a beautiful home, an awesome job – and a new found appreciation for God almighty.
quick segue… you know for a second I was angry at God that we had to go through with the transplant, but that quickly faded when I realized that He was with us in the midst of the awful process. I met some of the most AMAZING people at the Hospital (CMC Vellore) – I got to give some lessons on (c# .net) web development to their web department, I got to do a redesign of the intranet and code it out – it was fun. And they all came to visit me after the surgery. Even though we were a billion miles away from home, we were NOT ALONE
Can you imagine my universe? I am extremely happy that I could help my mother, but I am in constant pain or discomfort. …my performance at work is not as excellent as it was. And taking care of an infant is no joke – it is hard freaking work!!!
But I have this crazy (semi-destructive) ambition that makes me work – hard – all the time. I’d wake up retarded-ly early in the morning just to catch up on work, I would stay up late so I could keep up with family life. I started running 2 miles every morning to stay in shape, I have to check my blood pressure to make sure everything is functioning properly, I cannot (should not) eat red meat (beef, pork) or drink alcohol…
And I did this for 7 months. I was unhappy at work, …. For the first time in my career, I felt like I was not in control of what was happening to me. My job started to feel more-and-more difficult and suck-y. Things that were once trivial seemed complicated. So … I decided to make a break from having a full-time gig.
Yeah… so I’ve never been happier. Nowadays, I still wake up early, but I take naps during the day (sounds silly, but that makes me happy.) I get to read books again, and I even have the clarity of thought to even write again.
But it’s not all roses… I only make one/third of what I used to these days and money is very tight – and we are hurting. Christmas is going to be on a diet this year. I understand that it might have been somewhat selfish and irresponsible of me to stop receiving a steady paycheck with a family and all, but I am rejuvenated.
I’ve worked – HARD – the past 10 years. If I had kept going it could have been worse – I cannot afford to break down.
So after a month’s break, I am back on the job market, and I cannot wait for the next 10 years…
bring it on…






Bala…this was brave of you. You and your family will be in my prayers. I never knew about this and sure others were not aware. But through your story you have brought me some extra strength knowing that we are all going to make it through this season. The more we breakdown, ironically we get stronger! All things are possible with God. Lots of love to you and your family.
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