The opposite of love is not hate; it’s indifference.
Lately, I’ve been feeling indifferent. Mainly about my job, but other things as well. There’s a general feeling of going through the motions but not really being a part of it.
I’m getting stuff done, but not as much as I want to. When it’s time to do something I just blank out and find myself doing something else instead.
Perhaps it’s burnout?
Or maybe I’m genuinely losing interest in what I’m doing.
I’ve already set my mind on what I plan to do, so why am I feeling this way?
Maybe it’s because this is my way of winding down? Although I still have some way to go?
Either way, the lack of feeling is disconcerting. I should do something about it. If I ever care to.