There’s an inherent redundancy to getting to better that you have to make peace with.
It’s a long road of inconvenient and unremarkable work focused on a far-off point you can only imagine.
It’s not about the one-off shining moment, but the daily building, accumulating and stockpiling.
And you won’t get to stand in the sun, satisfied and triumphant at the pile you’ve collected resembling a whole new you until you’ve put in the hours, weeks, and months shovelling the dirt.
Success is always a focus before it’s a feeling.