I yearn for those times when I would be looking forward to work. Those times when I know coming in to work produce meaningful contribution.
Here's the thing, I was not even making as much as I am making now.
So maybe there is a little bit of regret, to this. I am still making sense of it.
But, it's good to know just how far I can bend. And I am nearing the breaking point.
It is ok to know what you can and cannot do. This would be one of those things that I can't.