Sometimes you work hard, and no one sees you. And it’s real work, too. Your hands hurt. Your back bent and throbbing. You promised yourself. You will finish. And you promised that voice in your head the same. Sometimes you work hard, and it seems like the work won’t matter. Your mind hurts. And for what? To finish? Something greater? Perhaps. My friend @officiallaceysturm sings about experiencing an exploding kind of joy: “I may explode, but you feel like forever.” I think this is that something greater. The recesses of solitary work brings us into another dimension, where our vocatio resonates with its eternal origin. Read more | Link in Bio #bebrilliant

Sometimes you work hard, and no one sees you. And it’s real work, too. Your hands hurt. Your back bent and throbbing. You promised yourself. You will finish. And you promised that voice in your head the same. Sometimes you work hard, and it seems like the work won’t matter. Your mind hurts. And for what? To finish? Something greater? Perhaps. My friend @officiallaceysturm sings about experiencing an exploding kind of joy: “I may explode, but you feel like forever.” I think this is that something greater. The recesses of solitary work brings us into another dimension, where our vocatio resonates with its eternal origin. Read more | Link in Bio #bebrilliant