I'm starting to invest myself in my work, once again. Probably as I'm about to start seriously working out my thesis proposal in the next month. My work has personal depth and heft, once again. It's a welcome change, really, as I've drifted lazily for the last few months, doing just enough to report in our weekly meetings, but otherwise... I've worked in the hazy doldrums. And I suffered from a stressful paradox: not really caring about work, but frustrated that I couldn't get myself to care. Thankfully, that's changed.
Amusingly... my conscious application of my time and my energy to work was greater while I drifted. I was trying to consciously compensate for my semi-conscious lassitude. Now that I am returning to a more focused, deliberate attitude, I find myself spending less time at work, as I get more done while I'm there. (Don't let me ever tell you I don't have an acute sense of irony)
Now if the winter would just make up its mind to settle in for some more, or to go away, I'd be satisfied. This roller-coaster crap is irritating.
Amusingly... my conscious application of my time and my energy to work was greater while I drifted. I was trying to consciously compensate for my semi-conscious lassitude. Now that I am returning to a more focused, deliberate attitude, I find myself spending less time at work, as I get more done while I'm there. (Don't let me ever tell you I don't have an acute sense of irony)
Now if the winter would just make up its mind to settle in for some more, or to go away, I'd be satisfied. This roller-coaster crap is irritating.