Hard work makes me happy.

I still remember when I was maybe 10 or 11 (maybe?) and Mom had me vacuum. Something strange happened… instead of hating it, I found myself smiling. I remember commenting to her that somehow it made me happy to be doing that work. I think it was the first time I realized how much joy can come from working.

Tonight, I decided to tackle some major house cleaning. As I scrubbed the bathroom, then went on to use the carpet cleaner on long-time stains on our living room run, I felt that same feeling of peace and joy I felt vacuuming way back when.

I like to work hard. I garner great joy from a job done well! Be it physical work (like cleaning) or mental work (like page design), it makes me feel so good. It’s so much more satisfying to earn your wages or just get to enjoy sitting back and admiring what you’ve done, than it is to have something handed to you. At least that’s how I feel…