This week marks the birthday of someone I’ve loved for what feels like my whole life and lost to cancer over a year ago. On the days that are trying, discouraging and difficult, I see her picture on my desk, and it is a visible and tangible reminder that it is a gift to be able to work hard. It is a privilege to sweat.

For those who are not able to move freely or for those who are no longer with us, let’s consider the sweat, the perseverance and the work worth it. Count it all a privilege.

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