Nothing — and I mean NOTHING — worthwhile is convenient. Whether we’re talking about smoking a brisket, fixing up an old truck, writing a poem for someone, selecting a gift, getting into shape, saying goodnight to someone you love … none of that is convenient. Nothing of value is convenient.
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