I'm alone at home for a couple of days. The love is on a bike tour. And while I love living together I notice that the things that I would like to do when I come home, like watching inspirational video's, reading, writing, etc. suffer a bit from this.
I wonder what makes the worth though .... the fact that it doesn't come easy or simply because the things that are worth achieving just simply ask us to go through the "valley of death" and slay the dragons?