When you work for yourself, the pile never gets down to zero.
There’s always something else to be done. There’s always more work waiting. Even after grinding it out for sixteen hours a day, seven days a week, you still might not put a dent in the pile.
Work units just keep popping up like some kind of twisted, neverending game of whac a mole.
It can feel profoundly frustrating and mystifying. You think to yourself, I climbed all these mountains, and now there’s another one?
What. The. Hell.
What. The. Hell.
Unfortunately, this experience is written into the entrepreneurial job description. It comes with the territory of hiring yourself. And learning to live with the uncertainty of it is part of becoming a complete artist.
But as my mentor once said, the futility of everything is fertile ground.
That’s why you learn to make peace with the pile. To love the pile. To accept work for the infinite regression that it is. And just do your best, every day, to move your story forward.
Because art is a long arc game. There is no finish line. There is no expiration date on the imagination. Everything we create is a constantly evolving organism within the ecosystem of our larger body of work. Everything we do is assigned its appropriate home on the artistic continuum. And everything we become contributes to our story as an individual.
Once we embrace that reality, once we surrender to the absurdity of this neverending pile, the thing we call work becomes much easier to process.
What futilities have you come to terms with?
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