I had to enjoy my work.
But could I?
I had done it for so long that I’d forgotten what it felt like when I first started.
What it felt like to walk through those doors for the first time.
The place had been bigger back then.
Better, some might say.
But I still thought it was the same.
I thought I was the one who had changed.
Who had lost interest in the work.
In reality, it was the place that had changed.
And all I had to do to find enjoyment in it again was change my place of work.
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