I'm finally home from an epic day at work. No matter how productive I was, the pile of work on my desk just get growing. The last hour of work was just me arranging the piles so I felt better about coming in tomorrow. I was feeling icky all day, not sick, just worn down. This does not bode well for the rest of the week.
I think I'm stuck in the "ok". I don't love my job, but it's ok. I don't love NY any more, but it's ok. I don't like any photos that I've taken recently, but they have been ok. I'm stuck in the mediocre and I'm not sure how to get out. The prospect of job hunting and/or moving is overwhelming, and since things are "ok" I'm not motivated to make big scary changes. I'm heading to Boston next week for a little mini-break. I can't wait to spend a few days with an old friend in a new city, wandering, taking photos and browsing great bookstores. Hopefully this trip will snap me out of the melancholy I find myself in.