The love for what I do continues to grow. I love it to the point that I’ll obsess over the most minute details for hours. It’s not a consistent love, or an easy one, for that matter. It’s a daily challenge – challenge to my resolve, to my ability, to my sense of well being. I just do it, and it often works. It must work, I must make it work lest I fail at my purpose in life.
Hope this doesn’t come off as too existential. I just thought I’d give you guys something more to read than what you got in the previous post.
Thanks for visiting and have a great week!