What is it to be a part of the world? What connections are necessary to keep someone from drifting off into solitude? I’ve been feeling disconnected. Maybe it’s my work that is stifling me. It’s bottling my spirit and dumping it out into nothingness.

The spring term is almost over, and that just leaves two short summer terms and a fall term. I can feel it–I’m in the home stretch. But will I be any more happy after my graduate degree?

Work is still work. I try to find fulfillment in the things I do, but the task is becoming a chore. Maybe that is how it’s supposed to be. Mediocrity, my friend and partner, let us embrace.