Monday hath returned, and off we go—back to work, back to our jobs and our responsibilities. Back to the daily grind. The humdrum. The slog. Whatever you want to call it. Or maybe it’s none of those things. Maybe you love your work. Maybe your job doesn’t even feel like work because you love it so much.
That’s when you’re living the dream, which I suppose is how I think about my job except for when I get knocked down with a bade case of writer’s block (or just pure laziness, which is also a thing we writerly types have to sometimes reckon with).
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