Each and every day, I’m up and working. For others, for myself. Especially on weekends, when I have full days to myself. And my work.
Some people warn against ending up on your deathbed, regretting working too much.
My regrets will be more about not having worked enough. All the hours I frittered away, “playing” or “relaxing”, when I could have been working towards making substantive changes in my life. Those are hours and days and weeks and months I’ll never get back.
Everybody has their ways. My way is work. And I love it. It changes the world around me and it changes the world within me.
And how I do love that kind of change.
Autistic Ultra 