SETT, the new blogging platform that Todd and I are building, which
this blog is running on, is going really well. With every project comes
this fantasy that as soon as the world catches the briefest glimpse of
your work, it will respond by showering you with praise and instantly
recognizing that what you have created is important and the best
possible solution to an significant problem. That's not actually what
happens, though. Ever. For anyone.
Being at the beginning of the success curve is more like being a
puppy dog. People like you and are interested in what you're doing, but
you're not necessarily taken seriously and you stumble from time to
time. That's where we are.
I used to dislike to work. I saw how most people lived their lives, slogging through work that they hated, and I was determined not to fall into that trap. I made the mistake of generalizing, lumping all work together in the same bucket.
Since then, things have changed. In terms of monumental personal life changes, becoming a hard worker is the most recent one I've undergone. About a year ago, for reasons I touched on in this post, I decided that it was imperative for me to become a hard worker. I didn't do it because I had suddenly fallen in love with work, but rather because I had began to feel as though I was behind. And believe me, it wasn't love at first sight.