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I used to love photography. LOVE it. I carried at least one camera everywhere I went, planned photo ventures on my weekends and evenings, scoured the web for inspiration from the photography of others. I wasn’t amazing, but I was decent and improving.

Then it just went away. I have zero desire to pick up a camera, haven’t for several months now. I don’t miss the act of taking photos, but I miss the abstract sense of passion the act invoked.

Have you ever just lost the drive to do something you used to be obsessed with? Did it come back, or is it gone for good?