Surviving this year
I can't say that I did any better than surviving yesterday. I muddled through my group. Struggled through charting. I'm just tired. And it's a kind I haven't felt in a long long time. But it's pervasive, and it's getting a lot worse. I wonder how long I can keep doing what I'm doing. I used to think it mattered. Now I'm not so sure. At least to anyone but me. For the first time I'm questioning what the hell I'm doing. And that scares the shit out of me. I didn't think I would be one to find the purpose of life in my career. I am still not sure if that is true. But I do want my work to mean something. That those hours are worth more than the intrinsic value of the paycheck. So what do I do? I'm not sure and maybe it's time to stop being circumspect and I should just face it head on. So I'm going to try that and just let things be what they are. This current administration as an entity has enmity for the poor, indigent, homeles...