A lot of us suck at taking a break. I’ve been thinking about what a break should feel like, and what mine have actually felt like over the years. I fail to feel present with the people I love. So often, I’m still thinking about work, feeling guilty for getting nothing done, or mentally checking back in before the break has even ended. We keep optimising ourselves to be better at everything we do. Somewhere along the way, we seem to have become worse at simply being ourselves. Even rest has become outcome oriented to make us more productive tomorrow. Having a life we could enjoy was the whole point of working this hard, but somehow working hard has now become life.