Title mostly.
I’m doing fine right now, had an argument with my brother but overall I got my path forward ironed out, but I can’t shake the feeling that all of what I do is just some pathological need to stumble forward into what I’m supposed to do but rather than actually being a meaningful calling or direction.
Maybe I’m just depressed.
I can’t imagine doing something 8 hours a day, 5/7 days of the year for the rest of my life. I think 3 shifts a week is more than I could ever be happy with.