When Will This End
I was talking with my friend, Lestat this afternoon and we started talking about books we're reading this summer. (Ah! Summer reading!) Last summer I was so busy with planning my thesis project that I didn't have time to read anything for pleasure. I'm reading Michael Crichton's State of Fear right now, but I started thinking about all the other books that I want to read that I never got a chance to do over the past four or five years. And as I began thinking, Lestat rattled off this list of theatre books and plays he is reading. And as he did that, the first thought that came to my mind was, "Why would you want to read about that!?" But, I remember when I was like Lestat - When I just couldn't soak up enough knowledge about theatre - I enjoyed it SO much - I never had time to read books because I was reading so many plays; and I didn't mind that. Now I just don't want to do it. I felt so burned out this past December, when I completed my Masters program; but I thought that I would lose this feeling in one, maybe two, months. But here I am - almost six months later, and I still feel so utterly drained, artistically speaking. When will this feeling end? I have all this education, but now I don't want to do anything with it.
I fear that I will never get this passion back.
I fear that I will never get this passion back.
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