On Perseverance

The week that I spent in Port Colborne after my partner’s mother died gave me time to think. In part because, unlike Toronto, the city is ‘quiet.’ I wasn’t caught up in the hustle and bustle that holds me hostage in Toronto. My routine was upended—as I wasn’t in my own home—so I had ‘less’ to do. What surprised me, too, was how my sleep dramatically improved; I averaged seven hours of sleep each night. And as I thought about work, life, fulfillment, and purpose, I realized [again] this: persever...