Self-portrait above. With every good intention in my mind as I drove home this evening, I'm afraid that most of the night resembled the photo above. I've run out of steam. In fact, I've been running on fumes for so long that I can't believe I've actually made it this far.
When asked last year about my professional life, I described a "daily battle" to get things done. I never won that battle, and I don't think that I've necessarily lost it...I think I'm exhausted. My personal desire to do good work in my responsibilities, regardless of how much passion I do or do not have for the task, is making it impossible to give up completely, but I haven't figured out how to fan this burned out fire back to life.