I don't know why I'm writing this. It's stupid. Not a real problem. My kid, Finn, just started at St. Jude's last month. Boarding school. He's the youngest. My other two, they're grown, got their own lives. Good lives. He left, and it was... quiet. Too quiet. I got home from the airport after dropping him off, looked at his empty room, and just sat there for an hour. My husband was already asleep. I’m 58. Top of my game. Or I was. I run a department. Big projects. People listen when I talk. But lately, I just... don't care. Meetings used to be exciting. Now it's just words. Buzzwords. I stare at my screen sometimes for like 20 minutes, just nothing. Thinking about the dog. Or if I remembered to move the laundry. I used to be up at 5am, at the gym by 5:30, in the office by 7. Now, I hit snooze five times. Yesterday I got to work at 9:15. I NEVER do that. My assistant, Brenda, she looked at me weird. My mom passed in March. Had to take FMLA for like three months before that, doing everything. Doctors, meds, bills. It was hell. But also, it was... something. To do. Now there’s just nothing. My dad died years ago. So, no parents. No kids at home. Just me. And my husband, who's great, but he works late, goes on trips. I don't know. I feel empty. Like a shell. What am I supposed to DO now? Just keep going to work for another seven years? For what. It’s a lot of money, yeah, but it used to mean something. Now it’s just... boring. I think about quitting sometimes. Just selling everything and disappearing. That's crazy, right? Probably just tired. It’s 2:17 AM. I should go to sleep.