no sweat, it's something i love, something i am passionate about, something i feel i am called to do.
but i hate it. i hate the amount of time spent on it. i hate my looking into and tweaking every detail that i can grab.
although i enjoy the fruits, i fear paying too high a price for it. i lost someone dear to me, i feel like holding me back; for fear of it happening again.
but if that's what i have to bear, i should know by now that life doesn't always go my way. please sustain me and please,
hold my feet to the fire 'till i'm breaking in sweat 'till i never forget that Your calling keep me on the line give me the nerve here it's all in the serve