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I know why it's hard for me to work right now: I don't believe in what I'm doing. I'm not sure where I missed the training but somehow I didn't learn to love doing a task just for the sake of doing the task. And people's praise and assertions that what I'm doing is wonderful -- that's no help either. I would rather fold blankets for an orphanage than design a magazine for a college that will never notice the difference if there's one less magazine in the archive. And it isn't about the noticing, mind you, because people might not notice neatly folded blankets either. It is, and always has been, about mattering. I want to do things that matter, beyond the small sphere I'm in.

That's all.