I’m sitting in the train to home. It was a long day and now I’m tired. But I’m also feeling proud. I can still do it, work long days. For a while I thought that my limits had shrunken, but that’s not the case. When needed I can still pull off long days. Realizing that actually gives me new energy. If needed I could put in a few more hours. But that’s not the plan. I think it’s time for a reward, so I plan pizza for dinner. I’m a hard worker, I still got it and I’m thankful and proud for that.