I love the start of a workweek.

I love the start of a workweek. I can’t wait to jump into the writing assignments in my inbox or to tinker with the story plot lines posted all over the wall.

This month marks the 23rd anniversary of doing what I love and what I do best: writing. Don’t ask me to tile a shower, discover an algorithm, or explain pro forma financials. I have many skill-related shortcomings, but when it comes to writing, I’m as focused as a kid picking at a splinter.

There are even days when I have to make myself stop working because I’m having so much fun. I call it job joy.

Is this how you feel about your work?

If the answer is “no,” that’s okay. I’m not here to convince you to quit your job, sell all your belongings, move into a tiny house on wheels, and drive toward a dream. This scenario simply won’t work for everybody, because the demands on our lives are different.

But I am here to encourage you to find a way to resuscitate that thing you keep smothering because it just seems too hard, too much of a stretch, too impractical, too inconvenient.

Maybe the thing you love is playing piano, writing a novel, or cultivating irises. Maybe it’s stocking shelves at a food pantry or taking care of puppies or babies. These things rarely come with a high salary, big title, or lavish perks. Even so, don’t you think it’s time to give that thing that tugs at your heart and mind a little space in your life?

I believe God weaves a thread of a dream inside each of us. And if that’s true, there’s a reason for it. You have two choices: Pick at it, or fashion that dream into something divine.