I am blessed to do what I love in life.

People who love their work still have Tuesdays they'd trade for almost anything. Loving something isn't the same as enjoying every hour of it, and that gap catches people out — they conclude they picked wrong when really they've just hit the boring middle.

A novelist loves writing and hates chapter eleven. Not a contradiction; that's the actual texture of doing anything well.

If you get to spend your days on something that matters to you, that's an uncommon arrangement, tedium included.

Today, notice which parts you'd still choose if the money were identical either way. That's your answer.