Long time, no see! And in re-reading my last post, I feel exactly the same as I did three years ago. I still haven't decided how to deal with burnout, or ennui, or whatever I choose to label it. With aging parents, the choices are more limited than they were even just a few years ago, and remote work options are becoming more, well, remote. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, nor how to tell when I've grown up. Is this an everyman thought, or just me and a select few? It seems to be common per Facebook group chat; perhaps it's an existentially GenX problem, since we were 30 when we were 10 and 10 when we were 50, as the meme goes.