Somewhere deep down we must love what we do or we wouldn’t do it. We must love it some way in one way or another.

I don’t love waking up at 4:30 AM on Saturday mornings to run, but I love how I feel when I’m done.

I love the sense of pride and feeling of accomplishment.

The work is worth the reward or I wouldn’t continue doing it weekly.

Something there keeps us coming back for more.

Love the work. Love the process. Love the progress.

Do what you love. Love what you do.

What gets you up in the morning?