I love my job. I love that I can be autonomous and enthusiastic and inspired.
I love that I can travel around the world and talk to people who are probably just as crazy as me with the same passion and drive.
I love that I can think of something I want to test and I can have the means to put it into action..
I love that I get to write for a living. That I get to teach curious minds. That I get to work when I want.
Today is a good day, things are going well. Some days aren’t so good, some days I get shouted at and made to feel small, useless and insignificant. When I all want to do is curl up in a ball and wish I’d made different decisions. I’m writing the good things down to remind me that when my job makes me sad that it’s not all shit.