Reflection

The other night my husband said something to me, about me that I wonder how accurate it truly is versus how he sees me. We were discussing working out and he mentioned how he always feels like he trying to keep up with me. I replied that I'm hardly doing anything that is hard to keep up with (true) other than perhaps the fact what I do get in can be on the end of a Very Long Day and a Very Long Week. But, to my point, his reply to me was that he knows I want more (and implied is I will work hard once that comes around). Now while I appreciate this assumption of me and my work ethic I'm not sure where I really stand with the future. Am I not working hard now because there's the thought of "why bother?" or is it something nore? I really hope that he is right. That when the times become more normal again, I will find myself with a drive that has floundered since March. I guess, like so many other things in life, we shall see but I suppose there is something pretty cool about someone believing in you when you aren't so sure.