I wonder if you're psychic, because I was having this very conversation with the Most Glorious Spousal Unit (title stolen from You Know Who) the other day.

It works that way with dieting, too. Right NOW, I want chocolate. I want to go downstairs and buy a cookie and a candy bar, and the only thing stopping me is looking to the future and seeing what that behavior leads to down the line. Future me is jumping up and down and begging me to stay where I am and sip my tea. She wants to go rock climbing and horseback riding, and she can't do that if I let my snacktastic taste buds have their way.

Getting back to the blog post - you're absolutely right that even the most perfect job in the world is still a JOB.

Very few people wake up every morning and skip their merry, whistling way to work.

A lot of writers dream of the day they can walk into the office of their boss, throw down their resignation, and embark on the magical journey of the published writer.

Everything I've read written by published writers assures me that you're right. It's a JOB. It's an amazing, fantastic, glorious job and sometimes it is agonizing and dreadful.

I also think it is totally going to be worth it. <3