The Great Recession has taught me a few things. I've learned to value my relationships and peace of mind over material things. However, I've learned to take pride in my work, no matter what my job or how much it pays. I feel the same way about my writing; even if I offer The Last Girl for free, a good review still makes me smile, because I know I'm connecting with a reader, most likely a stranger, and they're getting pleasure from the page the same way I do when I'm reading a new favorite author. What a privilege, when hard work is its own reward:)
Mom considered work secondary in her life to being a wife and mother. None of that feminism stuff for her; I never heard her tell Dad that she was disappointed in him because he couldn't possibly earn enough money so she wouldn't have to work. Quietly, patiently, with each crappy job she put up with, my parents were able to dig themselves out of debt and rebuild their credit. However, Mom never hesitated to express how much she hated her various jobs. From my parents, I heard them make fun of their bosses and imitate their co-workers at the dinner table. I learned that hard work was one of the 'true' things in life, so hard workers should be respected, even if the boss was an asshole or a co-worker was lazy or an alcoholic. Everyone had to work, unless they were rich and famous, like the Ewings on Dallas or Erica Kane. Or Elvis.
The Great Recession has taught me a few things. I've learned to value my relationships and peace of mind over material things. However, I've learned to take pride in my work, no matter what my job or how much it pays. I feel the same way about my writing; even if I offer The Last Girl for free, a good review still makes me smile, because I know I'm connecting with a reader, most likely a stranger, and they're getting pleasure from the page the same way I do when I'm reading a new favorite author. What a privilege, when hard work is its own reward:)
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