Withered

Four more days before I report to school for a week of pre-semester duties. Last semester left me exhausted.  A year of continuous work, most of which was neither philosophy nor directly pedagogical, have left my passions withered. Some of the work was somewhat fulfilling and educational, though nowhere near as much as the study of philosophy.  Most of the work, however, I simply hated. It has left a distaste in my mouth for anything related to school. This is a terrible thing to realize. I am not excited about teaching.

Perhaps this realization will help me separate the distasteful work from the fulfilling work in my mind. Perhaps this
realization is all I need to help me uncover my passion for teaching and philosophy again.

Are my feelings permanent condition? How do I rid myself of them? I am not who I am when I am this way. I need to do some soul-searching over the next few days.