Every day I realize that life is hard. It is hard to get up and move. It is so much easier to lay around under the blanket where it is nice and warm and cozy.
But compare that to the freedom you get from working hard. The feeling of flying (very awesome). Or making your own hours. Or having time to go to happy hour with friends. Or having the freedom to take off on a random road trip to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show (Been there. Done that). Hard work buys you freedom. And that is what you have remember under the blanket.
Get out from under the blanket.
