The crazy comes in waves. It creeps and creeps and before you know it, the job is not as stimulating as it once was. The desire doesn’t shine as bright and the ambition to achieve falls second to hacking and slashing an hour or two on Skyrim.
It’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment that things tip, but the end result, the heavy mental effort to get through the day, the empty couldn’t-care-less attitude and the inevitable desire to just throw it in is nothing new. As I’ve said, predictable like waves. In the past, solving this malaise has always been about taking action, doing something to find the spark again. That means connecting with those things that have always kept me interested and finding a way to connect with them.
Crazy, like a wave.