Most days, work is its own reward, but every once in a while you want to know it makes a difference to others.
Lately, I feel like I give so much to others and no one ever seems to notice let alone acknowledge me. I've reached a point where I'm ready to throw in the towel and become a hermit.
Greg is Greg. I'm sure he appreciates me even though he rarely tells me. I remind him every so often that if I die first, he's going to learn real fast how much I do around here that he has no clue gets done.
As for the rest of the world, this could be an isolated case of acute burnout, or it could be just a bad time in my life. All I know is that if it doesn't clear up soon, I'll be giving up this blog and turn to more introspective pursuits.
I'm not fishing for sympathy. I just want you (whoever is still reading me) to know that if this blog goes dark, it means enough was enough.
At least my cat loves me. He snuggles against my shoulder whenever he gets the chance. The jury is out on the dogs. They and the spouse constantly crave attention. It's exhausting.
Anyway. I'm checking in. I'm not dead, just dispirited.