there are these certain nights, where I've put in the whole of the work for the day. and all day it felt like the grind, and I was maybe reluctant to do the day, but then the night happens. all the work is over, and I never set out to 'achieve' this feeling, but I am hit, slammed, overcome by gratitude. funny too that this feeling of fortune doesn't have much at all to do with the work, but rather with the people in my life who I cherish.
