Lately I've just stopped caring about work. Like just stopped. There's tons of work to be done, but I can't get myself to work on any of it. This could be what a burn out looks like, or this could be plain boredom. Or it could be both. Either way, I don't care.
And it's not just about work; it's about my profession in general. Yes, journalism has always been exciting -- reporting, editing, enlightening the world one perfectly crafted word at a time, but everything just seems a bit dull these days. In fact, last night I actually thought about a career in music. Fortunately or unfortunately I couldn't quite work out the logistics of that grand plan, and quickly dismissed it as just another fleeting whim.
Which brings us back to journalism. The only thing I've ever thought I'd be good at. The only career for me because you get to express yourself (with minimal editing, if you're lucky), poke around in other people's affairs, and get paid for it (insert loose definition of "paid" here). So what's the problem?
I really don't know. And at this point, I barely care.
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