This is not about me but my son.
This morning at their breakfast, my son calls me to tell me that it stopped hurting to do hard labor. I told him get addicted to the feeling, as no matter what you choose to do, you will have to work hard at it. He got to see a horse being born yesterday, and had a deeply profound moment. Maybe this experience this summer will make him a bit more wise to the world. I told him I was proud of him, and that I already rented his room out to his gf. Her parents are out of country for their jobs. I told him she could redo his room to her liking, and she was displeased with his skin bin stash. He freaked out. Best morning ever.
(She actually stays in my oldest daughters room with her blessings. Because none of her relatives are in the position to take her in. And we are friends with her parents, so my wife became her temporary surrogate mother.)