Quote of the Week: Hard Work

I'm having one of those months...a lot of work to be done. For those of you who don't know, I have a full-time job outside of this blogging gig. I live in LA, but work NYC hours, so I'm up and working at 6:30am every weekday and, recently, I've been taking a lot of business trips. I was in NYC last week (as you know by my sorry lack of blogposts) and am heading back there again next week for more work stuffs. (I promise I'll try to blog more while I'm there!)

Today has been an almost 12 hour work day and I'm still not completely finished, but I'm starting to wind down. I'd be lying if I said I didn't just text Husband Charles to ask if we could get In-and-Out for dinner. (He said yes...obviously.) Sorry. No homecooked meals in this household. The two of us are way too busy with our careers. Luckily, Husband Charles doesn't expect anything from me aside from cuddles. I gave up trying to cook meals in the evenings many, many months ago.

Which brings me to this week's quote. Hard work. Is it my Japanese upbringing? My workaholic father? My committed mother? All I know is that I'm hard at work...for what seems like every minute of every weekday. (Let's not talk about the weekends where you'll usually find me facedown on the couch after a long meal, taking drives with Husband Charles & Merlin, walks, parks, museums or playing videogames till odd hours in the morning...I try to do as little work as possible on the weekends because of my crazy weeks...otherwise, I'd probably go insane. Seriously.)

But I get a lot of satisfaction out of working hard. I was never wired to just sit around and do nothing. It seems wrong and strange. However, I will say that working hard at something you love to do is the key...which might explain why this blog is still staggering along (despite my horrible tendency to choose sleep over blogging when I'm on business trips.)

There's also necessity. I'm not afraid to admit that I enjoy being able to afford groceries and take weekend trips. I may be busting ass all week and Husband Charles (another extremely hard worker) and I may have just enough energy to give each other hugs, talk about the day, and then collapse each evening...but I've been at the other end of the spectrum. I've lived in a windowless basement apartment in Brooklyn, trying to be a photographer, but not being good at marketing myself. I was poor. I had to think about buying a tube of lip balm. Grocery shopping was stressful and forget about health insurance. Let's not even get into that whole-body rash I got once and had to figure out how to get close-to-free help. I had too much pride to ask for help from my parents. Those were dark days.

So, now, I just work doubley as hard. I work to support my life and the creative things outside of my office-job, which, to be fair, is actually a pretty great job that gives me a lot of wonderful opportunities - I realize I'm lucky. Trust me, I don't play the entitlement card here. I worked hard. That's how it all happened...but, yes, I work hard to support my other endeavors and that's just how it is.

Some of us can call it luck when things go our way, but the harder you work, the luckier you'll get. Hope you have a fantastic week! xo!

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