You might be right, I’m just sick to death of it all.
You’re not alone!
I often get sick of it all. Then I take a hike in the mountains or a boat on the water or a drive through the country where I get lost for example in the vineyards and wineries of Lake Chelan, or take the ferry to one of the islands and visit friends so that I can get away from it all.
But then something will make me think, like maybe I will see the American flag or see a photo of a mother’s son who lost his life in Afghanistan, or a bunch of friends gathered at a table for dinner just carrying on, whatever...
And I think all that I do, all that I am allowed to do, is because of my ancestors and the people of my time that have sacrificed so much so that I can lose myself in whatever pursuit.
Then I kick myself for being so selfish and inconsiderate, for being a runaway from reality, and I get back in the fight.
The only way I can justify my down time is to know I need to recharge my batteries.
Sounds like you could use some down time to recharge yours.