I've started noticing a look on people's faces.
It's in standups, in the half-second-too-fast "yeah, I'm keeping up" when someone asks how you're doing. It's in the DMs that start with "this is probably nothing, but…" It's a particular kind of tired — not the tired of a long day or a hard bug, which we all know and can almost be proud of. Something quieter and stranger. The tired of running as fast as you can and still feeling like the floor is sliding backward under you.
I feel it too. And I don't think we're being very honest with each other about it. So I want to try — not to complain, and not to catastrophize, but just to name a thing a lot of us are carrying alone, and then talk about what actually helps.
This isn't the burnout we're used to
We have a whole vocabulary for tech stress, and it's mostly about volume. Long hours. Crunch. Too many tickets, too little sleep, the grind before a launch. That kind of tired is real, but it's familiar — we know its shape, we know it ends when the sprint does, and there's even a grim pride in surviving it.
What's landing on people now is different, and I think the reason it's so disorienting is that we keep filing it under the old category. This isn't a volume problem. It's a pace and ground problem.
The tools change every week. The models get better every few months. The thing you were an expert in last year has a new best-practice this quarter, and a new "you're doing it wrong" the quarter after. The exhaustion isn't coming from the work in front of you. It's coming from the constant, low-grade effort of not falling behind a field that keeps reinventing itself while you're still mid-sentence.
You can rest after a crunch. You can't rest after this, because it doesn't end. That's the quiet weight. It's not heavy in any single moment. It just never sets down.
The specific things I see wearing people down
When I look at what's actually pressing on people — including me — it's not one big thing. It's a handful of smaller ones that compound.
The floor keeps rising. AI made "fast" the baseline. So the bar for what you're expected to produce climbs to meet the tools, and it climbs quietly, without anyone announcing it. You ship more than you ever have in your life and still end the week feeling behind — because "enough" moved while you weren't looking, and nobody told you the new number.
The fear of going stale. There's a new tool, framework, or model to learn seemingly every week, and underneath the excitement there's a low dread: what if the skills I spent years building are worth less by next quarter? You're never allowed to feel settled in your own competence. The ground you stand on is the thing that keeps moving.
The identity wobble. This one's subtle and it cuts deep: am I actually good, or is the AI doing it? A lot of us built our sense of ourselves on being able to do hard things. When a tool does the hard thing in seconds, the pride you used to take in your craft gets a little hollow, and you're not sure who you are in the work anymore.
The vigilance that never turns off. You can't just trust the output and relax. You're always reviewing, verifying, staying skeptical, catching the thing the model got confidently wrong. It's a new kind of cognitive tax — a background process that never quits, that makes even "using the helpful tool" quietly tiring.
The comparison trap. And over all of it: everyone online is posting how AI 10x'd their output, shipped their startup in a weekend, changed their life. Nobody's posting the anxiety. So you look around, assume you're the only one struggling to keep up — and that's the cruel joke, because that's exactly what everyone else is thinking too, alone, at the same time.
And it's not only in our heads
I don't want to skip past the body, because we're very good at pretending it isn't part of this.
The screen hours. The sleep that got shallower. The tension you're carrying in your shoulders right now, reading this. The way "optimize your output" quietly became "optimize yourself" — treat the human like a system to be tuned for throughput. The body keeps a tally that the productivity dashboard doesn't show, and it tends to send the invoice later, all at once.
You can push a mind hard for a while. You can't push a body indefinitely and pretend the mind riding on top of it will stay fine. They're the same system. We keep forgetting that.
Why nobody's saying it
Here's the part that makes the weight heavier than it needs to be: the culture rewards looking like you're thriving on all this change.
Admitting strain feels like admitting you can't hack it — like conceding you're not built for the pace, in an industry that treats adaptability as the whole personality. So everyone performs the "I love this, it's the most exciting time to be alive" version. And every performance makes the next person feel more alone, more convinced that their struggle is a personal defect rather than a shared condition.
The silence isn't a side effect of the pressure. It's part of the pressure. We're each carrying the same thing, in separate rooms, sure we're the only one.
What actually helps
I don't have a way to make the pace slow down. I'd be lying if I offered one. But there are things that have genuinely lightened the weight for me, and none of them are "do more yoga."
Accept that you cannot keep up with everything — because you can't, and neither can anyone. Nobody is actually across all of it. The people who look like they are, aren't; they've just gotten good at sounding current about the three things they read this morning. Once you really believe this, you can stop trying to drink the whole ocean and feeling like a failure for not finishing it.
Separate "staying current" from "staying whole." You do not have to learn every new tool the week it drops. The half-life of a specific framework is short; the half-life of judgment, taste, and knowing why things work is long. Invest in the stuff that ages well, and let the churn churn without you chasing every wave.
Protect the parts of the work that are still yours. Somewhere in your job there's a thing you do because you love doing it, not because a metric rewards it — the elegant solution, the clean abstraction, the small craft nobody sees. Guard that. It's where the meaning lives, and the meaning is what makes the pace survivable.
Rest is not a prize you earn after catching up. You will never catch up — that's not pessimism, it's just the nature of a field moving this fast. So if you wait until you're "caught up" to rest, you never will. Rest is maintenance for a mind that has to stay sharp in a fast field. Build it in on purpose, the way you'd build in anything else that's load-bearing.
Say it out loud to one person. The comparison trap breaks the instant a single human admits they're tired too. Be that person on your team — you will not believe how fast "oh thank god, me too" comes back. The relief is real, and it's mutual, and it's free.
The heavier version
One honest thing before I close, because it matters more than any productivity tip.
For most of us, what I've described is tiredness — real, wearing, but manageable with rest, boundaries, and a little honesty. But sometimes the weight is more than that. Sometimes it stops being "I'm exhausted" and starts being something that follows you into the parts of your life that used to be safe from it. If that's where you are — if the quiet weight has gotten genuinely heavy — please treat that as worth taking seriously, and please don't carry it alone. Talking to someone you trust, or to a professional, is not a failure of toughness. It's the most reasonable thing a person under real strain can do. You'd tell a friend that. It's true for you too.
Where I land
I can't fix the pace, and I won't pretend I can. It probably keeps accelerating from here.
But I've come to think that a huge amount of what makes this era heavy isn't the pace itself — it's that we're each carrying it in private, performing "fine," convinced everyone else has it figured out. They don't. The whole field is moving, all of us are a little breathless, and "keeping up" was never actually the goal. The goal was to take care of the person doing the work well enough that they get to keep doing it, and keep being themselves while they do.
So consider this me setting it down for a second, out loud, so you can too. You're not behind. You're tired, in a genuinely tiring time, alongside a lot of people who feel exactly the same and haven't said so. We're in this strange, fast moment together — and the least we can do is stop pretending it's easy.
If you've felt some version of this — the running-to-stay-in-place kind of tired — you're not the only one, and you don't have to perform being fine in the comments. If you're comfortable, tell me the part that's weighing on you most right now. Sometimes just saying it, and having someone say "yeah, me too," is the whole thing.
