Recently I had cause to wonder whether I was experiencing the famous “burnout syndrome”. I had been asked to give a talk to an auditorium full of gifted high school students. As I hurriedly prepared the speech – wondering what one should say to gifted children about their own giftedness – all I wanted to tell them was that being an adult is so hard, I don’t know how anyone who’s not gifted even survives in the world. Just being a person is going to be crazy difficult for all of you, I wanted to say.
And if you set your standards to any kind of reasonable level, every week will look like mission impossible, and you will have to run at it full tilt and try to do all the things. If by some miracle you manage it, you will just have to turn around and line up the hurdles for the next week and do it all again.
When you’re an adult, I wanted to say but didn’t, not ten minutes go by when you don’t think, “Man, I gotta get this stupid thing done or I’m so dead.” And if you’re sick for more than a day, the world breaks. I felt myself morphing into the image of the care-worn woman from the Dust Bowl photograph. It was not going to be a barn-burning performance. Continue reading