Kenny Chesney

I'm just going to spell it out here. Burn out. A topic so exponentially toxic and horrible that no one enjoys facing or experiencing. B and I have IT. We have burnout. Not with each other, because when we actually have time together we are traveling, crunching in so many activities we want to to do together that we don't have a chance to even focus on just hanging out. We are both beyond burned out with our jobs. Living just shouldn't be this hard. It shouldn't. I'm wishing for something dramatic to happen so things can change for the both of us. I can't stand that we just have to "hang in." What if we can't? What if it's all too much? No one discusses when it's all too much. I read about Brandon Marshall this morning. The football player came out and has told everyone about Borderline Personality Disorder. Which he has, and I applaud a person for admitting, "Hey, I need help, " and "Hey, something isn't right." Mr. Marshall, I'm proud of you. For having the gumption instead of wavering and waiting, to stand up and say there's a problem here. This may be mine and B's solution. We have to tell someone. I suppose my first step is telling you. Times are way too tough to be hanging out on a line by ourselves. Wednesday may be our laying low day. It may have to be, punching in and out of these time lines we have are wearing us thin. Thank God we have each other to cling to.