Long hours
Everyone wants the outcome.
Nobody wants the reality.
For some weeks, some months, it’s literally a 9am to 1am grind. For years.
Even when you’re not working, you’re working.
Your mind never switches off.
That might sound like torture to some people.
To me it’s actually perfect.
Because I don’t know what else I’d be doing with my life.
Working a job I hate?
Trading my time for a paycheck?
Living for the weekend?
That sounds worse.
At least this way I’m building something.
At least the long hours mean something.
At least I’m moving toward something I actually care about.
I’d rather be exhausted building my own thing than comfortable building someone else’s.
If you’re not willing to live like that for years, you don’t actually want it.
You just like the idea of it.