Meg Ecclestone writes: “In 2025 I was very privileged to take a research leave, finally able to step out of the hustled days of work life. Time slowed down dramatically during my leave. When I returned to the library after my leave, I felt unmoored from the busyness that surrounded me. Time was moving at the pace of a high-speed train, but I was an onlooker. I risked getting left behind, sure, but I’d been a passenger on that train before, and I knew its final stop was Burnout Station. Perhaps I was fine to miss the trip.”