wasn’t the creativity, the continuous stream of surprises, a result not just of the specific work you were doing but of your continuous and exhilarating experience of improving as you learned how to do those very specific tasks better and better, until you could do them almost as well as your aunt? “Wasn’t that where the joy came from? That if you were resigned to doing one thing, one way, forever, without ever improving, there would be no joy—there would only be the same deadening routine?
