I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. – Vincent Van Gogh
I’m exhausted. Utterly, desperately exhausted. I was already feeling this way back in May, barely a month and a half into our 8-month high season and now it is August and my muscles ache, my vision is blurred, I just want to sleep. The quote-unquote dream has become a nightmare and, yes, I have those, too.
I read back over the first stories I’ve shared, written during that heady time of desire and excitement of wanting and working towards acquiring the hotel. I remember the elation, the curiosity, the anticipation. The pure sense of adventure. It was an innocent time when we really had little idea of the amount of work and worry the hotel would be, how it would weigh on someone with my fragile mental state.