It is in your morning run, on this day in the rain. Where your idea comes from the woods on the trail because your mind was silent and you were listening.
It is in the way you show up, every day, writing down your goals for the week and ticking them all off your list, one by one. Undeterred by the fact that your readership numbers are up or down or nowhere.
It is in these very days that blur by with equal parts fear and joy; doubt and confidence. You remain relentless, driven and focused.
Do the work you came here to do.
It is in you.
(And how awesome is that?)
I choose perseverance. Every time. It’s in me.
It took me some time to realize that I was on the wrong path. That the work I was doing for a living was no longer fulfilling me; actually was no longer working on any level. It seemed that satisfaction was no longer a given, despite a job well done. If I wanted to take pleasure in my work, genuine, heartwarming pleasure - I had to demand it. And then I had to create it.