Piles of Work
I was cleaning out my mom’s garage the other day. Among the many useless piles of trash sitting in one corner I found all sorts of resumes and query letters and other materials I’d used for various job searches over the years. There was a lot of stuff. Transcripts. Labels. Envelopes. Writing samples. And the thought that hit me was, “My God, that was a lot of work.”
I think as you get older, you forget how much work it took to get to where you are. The amount of work is huge. Gigantic. When you start some new venture, it’s easy to forget that everything meaningful takes a shitload of work (on average). A shitload. The boulder that Sisyphus pushed didn’t get any smaller, no matter how many times he pushed it up the hill.