It’s like that well-worn concept that when someone breaks your heart it doesn’t destroy your capacity to love, it tears and builds the muscle so that you can then love stronger. When we resist what’s hard, when we are not fully in it, swirling and splashing around in the muck and the mess, we grow tight and small. We atrophy. For many of us, work is the antidote to the pain of life, the clearest path to self-evolution. We can’t be until we do.
