Change of Pace

Things are well things. Which means things are alturnatly euphoric and intensly frustrating. And I find myself asking if I should even be in this field. I'm okay at my job, but not exceptional, not great. I'm passable, okay. But not great. I'm not even sure if I'm good. And I keep moving and I'm becoming sick of it. I want to stay put. But I am also questioning if this is what I should be doing with my life and if it is not then it begs the question, what the hell I should be doing with my life. And it makes me ask what am I good at. And in the end I don't know. I don't think I'll be leaving theatre perminantly, but I do feel I need the break. At least now during all the chaos.