It's tough — a continuous grind — both physically and mentally.
Some days more than others, I feel like giving up. It feels like it's too much, like my tank is empty.
But now I know that if I hang on long enough, I regain a little perspective, motivation, energy, and direction. Somebody or something, or simply the passing of time, reignites that spark of life force that keeps pushing me forward.
I view these swings as basic training for what life may throw at me, as it has in the past and surely will again in the future. I'm building a callus of conscious resilience, for which I am solely responsible, in addition to the physical resilience gifted to me over millions of years of evolution.
Does it have to be a constant grind for the callus to form? Probably, although not necessarily.
Do I wish it were somehow easier? Hell yeah.
Above all, I wish I could be more present and "enjoy the process," shifting my focus and narrative from "being hard" to "being constructive."
I'm not special; we're all in the same boat. If anything, I'm one of the lucky ones, for now.