Just that, really?
I'm wondering if it's just a 'rough patch' or whether my increasing lack of motivation to do any research/writing is a sign that I've lost the passion for my subject/ discipline? I'm not even interested in the object of my discipline for 'fun' anymore (equivalent to being in English Lit, which I'm not, and not reading books for pleasure anymore).
I'm mid-career, languishing at SL level. I'm lucky enough to have a SAHP who's the primary carer for our children. But it feels increasingly difficult to hear DC's tantrums and the hubbub of family life going on downstairs while I'm up in my office trying and failing to write another journal article that the world really doesn't need. I think the general de-valuing of HE in general, the humanities in particular (and the govts' patent desire to shrink the sector) isn't helping. It all just feels a bit pointless.
Can't tell if this is just a mid-career crisis, a mid-life crisis, a Covid-inflicted crisis, or something more serious.
Anyone else lost the passion for their subject and got it back again?