I’ve always had a tendency to quit things when they get hard. Or at least WANT to quit. I definitely WHINE a lot.
Since I can’t really quit parenting, I do a lot of whining about that.
A LOT of Whining.
There is much whining.
Imagine my surprise (oh!) when I felt like quitting my job every other day because… wait for it… sometimes it’s hard.
That’s why they call it WORK.
It didn’t take long for me to realize I only wanted to quit on the hard days, but on the super duper easy days I was all, I WANT TO DO THIS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
I think I’m a bit more tempered now. I recognize my job for what it is: an opportunity to earn a little money doing something I enjoy and that I’m really good at. I mean, how many people can say they work at a job they really enjoy? We may tolerate it, we may enjoy it for what it is, but I think it’s pretty awesome that what I’m doing is kinda perfect for me.