Rethinking

My work lately has grown to consume my time and my ability to cope. I've started to think that I just plain don't like it. It's a big challenge, and I think it's important for me to do well. On the other hand, I really dislike the near-constant state of panic, and it takes its toll on me.

1) I want to take this job and win, to beat it at its own game, before I move on.
1a) But what if I'm not suited to it? What if it's just a mismatch?
1b) But does good fit really matter? We're all changing all the time; can't I change to fit this better?
2) If I want to save the world, why haven't I been serious about taking any steps?
3) And where's the fun? Where did all of that go?
3a) Saving the world seems grim, not fun.

I'm in a lull. Only Bono can save me now.