Writing is rarely fun. Running is mostly hellish. Furniture is so vexing that I often want to sledgehammer dressers and coffee tables into mulch. Yet, when the essay is written, the run is complete, and the dresser is lacquered, I feel at peace. On that day, I have done what I needed to do, and later that evening, I will be more present with family and friends, able to offer them the fullest version of who I am.
The worth of anything we do shouldn’t be judged by how we feel while doing it, but by how we feel after it’s done.
We must avoid centering our life upon what feels good, but instead, search for what feels worth it. And if we’re aiming for meaning and purpose, that’s the bullseye to keep in our sights.
To livin’ a life we love,
Ryan Fightmaster, MD