They say, “Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.”

I say, “Bullshit.”

There will be work. It will feel like work, and you won’t necesarily whistle to it. But when you’re doing your own stuff—stuff that you thought up, that you believe in, that you dream about—work doesn’t feel anything like as bad. You know, in your heart, that you’re working on something you’ll have a long and happy relationship with. You also know that you, and not your jailer, reap the rewards for doing what you don’t want to do.

Doing that work creates energy instead of taking it away.