I thought Zoom fatigue was about meetings. For me, part of the problem was constantly seeing myself.

Save for a glimpse before leaving the car, and then another full-body and ass scan in the bathroom mirror before heading into in-person meetings. Yet there was something comforting about seeing, in real time, how I show up for others.

Then I began questioning, "Does my hair always puff out to the side?" "Does my head always shake or only when stressed?" Or "Which nervous habits am I mimicking?"

Watching me watch others watch me, with the barrage of reels from strangers, while simultaneously responding to emails and chats and sharing screens, left my brain overloaded. Something had to give.

My…