Burnout is a thing. If you've never experienced it, imagine a whale that enjoys surfing the waves. One day, as the wave crashes, the whale notices she's on the beach. The tide recedes and her skin begins to dry. The water is lapping at her tail. Right there. And yet, unreachable.
"I'm a swimmer / surfer / mother-fucking whale!" she thinks to herself. "Why can't I get myself to roll back into the water?"
She's stuck. Whatever move would work to get her off the beach and back in action doesn't work. She waits and wonders. She's patient — ponderous even.
But, she's been surfing many days in a row and has lost the thread on this particularly sandy day. What's the point she thinks.
Eventually, without help, she dries on the beach and stinks it up. Really, really stinky.
Compare the stench of burned out surfer whale to the resilience of the whale with shark-inflicted battle scars. Gaping wounds have healed and left their mark. The shark and the whale swim another day. An attack is scary. "Will I survive this? the main thought. But fighting and showing up and recovering from intense effort builds a resilience that an endless stream of perfect waves does not.
I propose we get a new number on our 200wad profile. A muscle emoji + # that represents the number of times we've missed a day and come back. It represents not giving up, not quitting, and not succumbing to streak fever. It represents who we want to be as humans - strong and resilient -- rather than mechanical iterators in a word factory.
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