Just when I am about to lose faith, something happens that brings me back. I work till my fingers are raw and my energy is spent and then I crash. I smile all day till my face falls off. I spend more energy than I make. It’s all happening, everyday.
Hard work pays off. It has to. The whole Field of Dreams philosophy is true…right? Well, I didn’t build a field, didn’t build the dream. I am living, breathing, hard working and just doing it.
The goodness will come. It has, just in other forms. I am ready to sit on my couch and never worry about being able to make it. That is my field. That is my dream.