I wish I had a job that I could just settle in to. It wouldn’t even have to be the greatest job. Just one I felt good about doing. Like this is what I’m gonna do the rest my life and I’m okay with that.
On my way to work I drive by a tire shop every morning. I see the guys inside, drinking coffee, rolling their tires, and I’m somewhat jealous. Seems to me to be pretty carefree.
I don’t know, maybe I’m romanticizing the guys and their wrenches but they never seem too stressed in the morning.
Jimi told me once that if you can stand going to your job you’re doing better than most.
Once you tune in to “this sucks”, you’ll be miserable evermore doing that.
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