Work should be a pleasure to do. It should feel good to get your hands in the dirt and pull weeds, The water should feel good when you wash dishes.
I love to paint. I love to slide in color after color and watch what emerges, I love to look at my subject and look for loveliness and a beautiful line.
I love to draw that beautiful line and try and absorb it through my fingertips.
All work should be a joy. Now
Quite a few years back I do not think work was as readily enjoyable. Cutting the heads off chickens to eat== well that must have been more of a chore but I bet there were things that they had that we have lost.
Long letter writing with a beautiful quill and an ink well.
Cream on raspberries.
My Grandmother on my fathers side had an extremely hard life.
Work from early morn to late at night. She had such a big garden and load of clothes to make and bread to bake and kids to care for. She loved her hard work garden the best and she certainly never complained about canning 200 quarts of fruit every year.
She said she was grateful to even have a tree that produced fruit.
We should all be grateful for all that we have and think about it more.
Love what you do today and no matter what it is. Work is a gift.

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