I hated high school. I worked hard (well...at the very end) so that I could get into college and get on with my life. I worked hard in college so that I could get a job and get on with my wife. I work hard (ignore the 12,000 posts
) at my job so that I can die rich.
Okay, truth be told I've started LIVING my life after college. And I finally feel like I'm moving into a place at work where I am respected and can do great things, but it took 8 years demonstrating that I deserved the opportunity first.
I never want to obsess about the past being my best days.