In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

I come from the school of thought often attributed to Confucius “If you do the work you love you’ll never work a day in your life”.
As such anything approaching hard work doesn’t interest me at all.
I get things done around the house of course, one has to, and that’s when it becomes hard work. I was born to have servants to be honest, although I hate that word.
Except I wasn’t born with the means to have highly valued help. Had I been they could have counted on a family holiday at my expense twice a year, just out of sheer gratitude.
So I do my own housework, spend two hours swearing at the vacuum cleaner for getting caught as often as it possibly can and dragging me backwards, falling over the lead, and generally ruining my mood.
Yes it’s nice to have a clean house, but fulfilled? It will need doing again within days, so no.
I’m also not allowed to do heavy lifting in the garden as the last time I tried that I dropped a paving stone on my foot. No serious damage thankfully, although one formerly straight toe has a right kink, but my husband’s nerves can’t take it. He definitely has a greater sense of mental wellbeing if I don’t attempt these things.
“Oh rats” followed by “Now what have you done?” are regularly heard in our house. Once followed by “can you grab a cloth the cat’s covered in custard!”
If I don’t enjoy it I get a great sense of satisfaction from not having to do it.
Best love
Deb xx
