I won't miss having to stand for two hours at 4:30 a. m. and have freezing cold glue applied to my feet. I won't miss two-hour drives to work or long, long, long days sitting in my trailer waiting. . . waiting. . . waiting. I won't miss one day off a week. I won't miss glue in my ears. But I would do it all again tomorrow.
Imaginary evils soon become real one by indulging our reflections on them.