Sometimes work is hard.
There are phases of complaining, of not wanting to do the work.
When things seem harder and mundane tasks take forever.
When I’m tired and would rather be doing something else.
Sometimes I just need to remember that I get to do what I love. For amazing people that respect and honour my craft.
Sometimes it’s valuable to remember and dwell on the fact that I lead a privileged life surrounded by people who love and support me.
Sometimes I just need to get over myself. Lovingly, gently and kindly get over myself.