Work, work, work

Yesterday I fully acknowledged I can't work in an office 5 days a week. I'm so scared about what that might mean next.

It's only been six years since I graduated and entered the working world; I know, not that long. But every single job I've had - and there have been a fair few in that time - has sat funnily with me. There have always been things I've enjoyed - the technical mastery of subjects, delivering quality work, meeting good people occasionally - but I always find myself overstimulated, underwhelmed and burnt out.