The deepest human relationships come from accepting the best and worst of one another. The greatest love for a craft comes from discovering all the endless ways to be humbled by it.
But I noticed something else: there was long-term satisfaction to be found in my journey. It wasn’t in the attaining but in the becoming.
The process itself, of becoming the kind of person who could make useful things and earn a living doing so, was a joy. As was the process of deepening the craft of exploring or reading or writing.