In pursuing what I love, I think a common misconception is that I’m looking for an easy life.

“Love what you do and you’ll never work a day in your life.”

I don’t want that. That sounds awful.

I enjoy work. Solving problems, battling anxieties, and keeping it a meaningful and healthy part of my life…I welcome all of this in the name of what I’m passionate about.

The best feeling in the world to me is exhaustion I’ve earned; as opposed to exhaustion that was forced upon me. That’s what I want.

Here’s what I don’t want:

Getting paid two days of freedom for five days of pain. It’s not this dramatic for all of us, but selling your soul Monday through Friday to be compensated with Saturday and Sunday always struck me as a shabby deal.

I crave an internal locus of control. I don’t want the day of the week to dictate how I feel waking up in the morning.

If all goes well, you’ll never hear me say “Thank God it’s Friday!” again in my life.