There's your usual work:
Then there's the work that you love (p.s. I have to work pretty hard to get a self-portrait):
Then there are the things you wish you didn't have to work so hard at to be good. I wish I had his talent with the piano. I don't think he has to work hard because he has natural talent:
Yep, and now the word work is starting to look really weird to me. Work, work, work.
Oh, speaking of which. I have a new adage for my house. I need to put it in vinyl on my wall somewhere. Okay, maybe not vinyl because Tyler doesn't let me do that. But you know what I mean.
My home is a work in progress.
More work. Less progress.
You may quote me, but you saw it here first.