Tonight I lamented to a dear friend about how lately I just seem to be so dissatisfied. It doesn't even have anything to do with work. Everyone there is nice, my patients are doing well, and I actually haven't been all that busy. Yes, the hours are long, but that's not something that is within my control.
The problem is me.
I don't know what the solution is. When I'm at work, I just want to be at home. When I'm at home, I feel resigned to waste a few hours away until it's time to go to sleep. When I'm out with friends, I just want to get away. I feel like a hollow shell of a person, just moving along a conveyor belt from work to home and back again.
Fortunately, my friend was very tolerant of my complaints. And maybe her therapy of just listening was what I needed. I am sure that at some point I will snap out of this, but right now I am just plodding along-- one foot in front of the other.
The problem is me.
I don't know what the solution is. When I'm at work, I just want to be at home. When I'm at home, I feel resigned to waste a few hours away until it's time to go to sleep. When I'm out with friends, I just want to get away. I feel like a hollow shell of a person, just moving along a conveyor belt from work to home and back again.
Fortunately, my friend was very tolerant of my complaints. And maybe her therapy of just listening was what I needed. I am sure that at some point I will snap out of this, but right now I am just plodding along-- one foot in front of the other.
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2 comments:
This is a good time to write angsty music and listen to Nirvana :)
When I get in those moods, I pick up a good "self help" book and write, write, write.
Dissatisfaction with life isn't always a bad thing...it's the precursor to change.
I hope this was a passing seasonal thing:)
Chris
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