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It’s unclear whether my fascination with self-discipline belongs on the spectrum of masochism or good old-fashioned anxiety; perhaps a little of both. But when I consider the environment in which it has flourished, I’m not surprised it did. I was raised on the ethos that success only feels good when you’ve earned it — a noble enough aphorism until I put it through a blender to mean: good things hurt a little. I live in a culture enamored with hard work and a country built on the fantasy that hustling alone can grant you freedom. I’m a member of the self-improvement generation, for whom good is not enough, living through a hyper-productive era, in which labor is considered a virtue.

i am catsitting a beautiful boy right now