Werk werk werk werk werk.
I hear people say all the time, “love what you do, and you’ll never work a day in your life”. Imma go ahead and call some bullshit on that one.
I LOVE what I do. Truly, love it so consumingly. It represents all the hope I have in my entire being. That I can become more than my circumstances tried to dictate. That I’m capable. That I can hopefully, provide a legacy for myself and my family someday. That I can take care of all those I love financially. That truly is my goal in life. I want to give the people around me something I never had, and that is security.
But, fuck if I’m not working my ass off. And it feels every bit like it.
I work from the second my feet hit the ground to the second I lay my head down. I sleep for a few hours and then we put that record on repeat and I WORK. HARD.
Does it mean that it’s not what I love or what I’m passionate about because I feel every ounce of exhaustion? No. That’s just shitty logic.
But when I was working three jobs, all at which I hated, was I exhausted AF AND miserable? Yup.
And that’s the difference.
I believe there are differences in pain, exhaustion, and work.
What I’m doing now, is a productive type of tired. It’s a productive pain and that’s the key. Turn your pain into production. Turn your exhaustion into fuel. Turn your passion into your paycheck.
Is it gonna still feel like work?
Sure as shit is.
Is it going to be worth it?
Always. Every. Single. Day.