In general, I'm burned out at what I do, I want to do something else, but I don't know what that is, and I have some deeper personal issues to work out before I can figure out what would make me happy career-wise.

I said this almost verbatim to a friend last night. I'm so burned out on editing, but I don't know if it's editing in general, medical editing, or just my company. But in my case, my hand is forced anyway.

And I have absolutely zero idea what I want to do next. And while I've worked out some of my personal issues, there are more, that I've never talked about here. I don't think they'll impede a job search, but they do make some parts of my life painfully difficult from time to time.

So...yeah.

Someone called the police because a father took off his toddlers' bathing suits so that they could shower the sand off at the beach

Worth reading the comments just for this one:

you are teaching them that its ok to take their clothes off in public and second, with all the crazy people and petafiles out there it just a stupid thing to do!!

BEWARE THE PETAFILES!

Can I sit on the fringes of this conversation and nod emphatically? In my case, I have so few skills outside of what I do that doing something else means going back to school. Or, you know, writing a bestseller in my spare time. It sort of paralyzes me to think of going back to school at 46 and making the wrong choice of major, you know? If I do it, I want it to be something that will guarantee steady work.

It sort of paralyzes me to think of going back to school at 46 and making the wrong choice of major, you know? If I do it, I want it to be something that will guarantee steady work.

I'm actually thinking about going back to school, too. Or getting a job and going back to school a few hours at a time. And it's intimidating as SHIT.

WE COULD GO TOGETHER.

Or something.

I have to admit, it also paralyzes me to think of paying for school at this point, when Ben will be going in a few years, and then Sara. And I sort of don't want to spend my retirement paying off school loans, when I don't have a retirement plan yet in the first place.

And I sort of don't want to spend my retirement paying off school loans, when I don't have a retirement plan yet in the first place.

Also this. Gah. (Well, I have a tiny amount, but nothing that I could dive into like Scrooge McDuck.)

WE COULD GO TOGETHER.

And make a movie about it! Box-office GOLD.

Someone called the police because a father took off his toddlers' bathing suits so that they could shower the sand off at the beach.

I did that all the time with the boys! It is only my desire not to go to jail that keeps me from doing the same myself.

I'd go back to school too! We could have a study group or something.

Either this or we finally figure out a way to harness Buffista smarts and creativity to open a business and make a fortune.

I'm so burned out on editing, but I don't know if it's editing in general, medical editing, or just my company.

This is why I change jobs every three years -- it's distracting!