ennui

A new word!

I love it.

It describes exactly how I feel about my j-o-b.

Ennui is the opposite of Santosha, so really, I should be not feeling it...or at least I should be trying to figure out why I feel it and how to fight it....And, I am. Don't worry, I am.

Sylvia Plath wrote a poem about it:

Ennui

Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing will occur:
cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquer.
Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knight
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard
of, while blasé princesses indict
tilts at terror as downright absurd.

The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump,
compelling hero’s dull career to crisis;
and when insouciant angels play God’s trump,
while bored arena crowds for once look eager,
hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes
shall coax from doom’s blank door lady or tiger

And, much more bluntly, Langston Hughs wrote:

Ennui

It's such a
Bore
Being always
Poor

Guys, I feel you!