So, I should probably write something

I am reaching the Autumn period of my life, and am pretty miserable in my career.

Why am I so miserable? 

 Burnout, I think.

I head up a team of people who mostly tend to be all out of ideas all of the time. Some of them are also allergic to accountability, and tend to be error-prone. 

I'm so tired.

I don't sleep well at night.  And, the combination of my husband's high responsibility job and my high responsibility job, is not meshing well.  We lash out.  And, when we lash out, it is at each other.

High risk - high reward

I was always told I am a good writer.  

As can be deduced, I haven't written anything in years.  I also find that I'm only good when I really try.

I'm so sick of having to remember everything at work, and do everything at work.  I think I have reached the end of my tether in that regard.

I don't know.

This morning when I couldn't sleep, despite the glass of wine my teetotalling historic self would have been shocked and appalled at me imbibing, I said to myself: "Self, maybe it's time to practice some writing again."

Who knows, this may lead to something, therapeutic at the very least.

And, in conclusion,

I happen to agree with this article

And, this article