Is it true that if you do something you love you never work a day in your life? Does that also mean if you love your job it doesn’t obliterate you every day? Because I am exhausted, every single day after work. Exhausted like I can barely pick my feet up to make them move me across the parking lot to my car. Exhausted like I have to sit there for a moment before I drive away because I haven’t the energy to put the key into the ignition. The thing is, I don’t hate my job. Not hating isn’t the same as love I suppose. Not hating feels like settling.