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For the publisher:

Regarding “These Blah Feelings Have a Common Name” (Science Times, April 27):

I agree with Adam Grant’s conclusions and find that languishing definitely describes the lack of interest I felt a while back and have felt for some time during this pandemic. I know I have so much to be thankful for, and I have a lot of jobs to do including writing projects, but somehow I find myself caught up in the fields. the least demanding.

I wondered why? Being in this distracted scrolling state was how I started reading this article. It seems like I can’t stay focused on anything for more than a few minutes. And while I’m not depressed, I’m not happy either.

For someone who is normally able to find joy in the smallest details of everyday life, not least because of the hope that my faith gives me, I find the total lack rather disturbing. I desperately want my mojo back.

Reading Mr. Grant’s Theory of Languor has, in a way, renewed my hope, gave me a reason why things are happening, and helped me think about it differently and not chastise myself for ‘be less productive and less socially desirous than I have been. the past. I want to thank him for making me think.

Marian Green
Herne Bay, England

For the publisher:

Adam Grant highlights the emotional state that prevails due to the pandemic. It’s neither burnout nor depression, he says. “Languishing is a feeling of stagnation and emptiness.”

I would add, using a term defined by psychoanalyst Masud Raza Khan, that this feeling of apathy, lack of purpose and direction is not a vacuum or psychological slowdown, but the necessary “fallow” interval. which we need to rest before we plow, sow and harvest new crops in our lives.

The year 2020 has been a year of mourning for our loved ones and the world that has abruptly ended. The year 2021 is a languid year due to the uncertainty that still reigns. Our fallow lives seem to have come to a standstill, but beneath the surface is creating a new self that we still cannot see.

Languishing regrets what is no more; ruin prepares what will be.

Susana Balan
Westhampton, New York
The writer is a psychologist.

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