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Hard Work

November 14, 2009

I have a confession to make.

I used to be, and maybe to an extent I still am, genuinely frightened of Hard Work.

It’s just that I don’t like doing things I hate to do (obvious statement of the century) and to me, Work is something I Hate To Do.

So I was surprised the other day when I friend called to see if I wanted to go out with her this weekend.  Or next weekend.  Or hell, anytime.  We haven’t seen each other in weeks.

And we could not match up our schedules.  Because she is busy.  And I am spectacularly busy.

Doing what?

HARD WORK.

But I guess I just don’t see it that way.  I was talking to another friend last night about the way my day to day life was almost a year ago when I’d first moved.  How I was unhappy and bored and really needing something more in my life.  Comparing that to now, when every day is full of something different, a consistent stream of new people and new friends, multiple projects I throw my head and my heart into, and having to fight for time just to sit down and play piano every once in awhile.

And I realized… I am HAPPY.

Of course, I talk rainbows and unicorns around here a lot.  You have not suspected me to be unhappy for quite some time, if ever.

But the point is, I’m happy, and I’m Working Hard.

Why was I so afraid?

Actually, I’m still afraid of hard work.

It’s just that, even though I’m working, I’m not really working.

I’m just doing stuff I love to do.

And hopefully, I’ll remain so lucky for the rest of my life.

What do you love to do?

One Comment leave one →
  1. cari permalink
    November 16, 2009 4:20 pm

    hopefully you WILL be that lucky. because you DESERVE it. everyone deserves to do what they love to do. my time will come, i know that. until then, i have to deal with what’s in front of me, but that’s starting to look up too. :)

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