Floating through life, without ever thinking about much, is way too easy.

You could plow through your to-do lists, keep your head down, busy yourself endlessly, and then wake up in twenty years and realize:

I gave my life away, like a trinket to be bartered, and today I look around me and realize: It was a bad deal.

Here’s a soberingly serious question: Do you actually like what you do? Does it energize you, the way a trip to Greece, might, or the way it feels when you step onto the dewy, ice cold grass and actually exhale?

There is a difference between being proud of “the work you do,” and being proud of your work.

Having a title is not the same as having self-respect.