In the past, I've worked more days in a row. I've worked more hours. I've slept less. I've pushed myself harder and further.
But I feel like I'm at the end of my rope.
Maybe's it's because I agreed to work at a ridiculously low rate and am now old enough to know better.
Maybe it's because I have a valid identity and self-worth aside from my work persona.
Maybe I'm getting even jaded than before.
Maybe I stopped caring.
Maybe I'm getting old.