A lot can happen in a week. Promises evaporate faster than water.
But I am nonplussed. I’m at the tail-end of that three-month cycle, meaning ambition has completely left me.
At the other end, I find myself fostering visions of a multidisciplinary team with me at its healm.
At this end, though, I feel resigned to working alone forever. Perhaps it’s best that way.
Sure, there’s the stress of too much work. But at least I’m in control of the work. If I delegate to myself, it will get done.
So let’s not sweat broken promises. Let’s not damn funding diverted elsewhere.
Right now, my heart’s not in it anyway. All that zeal of mine has evaporated too.
Last modified: 22 September 2024
