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The Value of 15-Hour Days

It has been an extremely long day, but it has been productive. I worked at my office job until 3, beat the traffic home and arrived home around 4:15. Since arriving home, I've finished editing and uploading a video, have filmed another tutorial, took dozens of photos, edited photos, and exported the footage into Final Cut Pro. Seven hours later, here I am, writing my daily blog, ready for bed here in a few minutes.

On days like today where I find myself pressed for time, I feel the best about what I'm doing. Perhaps that seems a little strange? For me, when I'm productive and can see that there are fruits for my labors, it is one of the most rewarding things. Thankfully, I like what I do and the results that I get--for the most part.

I wanted to write a simple post to encourage you all. If you feel as though life isn't going where you want it to go, just think about tomorrow being a fresh start. Just do today what you put off yesterday or you will continue to live for the tomorrows of life until you run out.  Each day, focus on one very small goal and work to achieve it. If you need some additional help with how to make a road-map to your dreams, then please read this post about setting and accomplishing small goals.

I hope the following quote inspires you:










So now it's time for me to slip off into dream-land. So much love and beauty to you all! <3

Em

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