6 months of non-stop, arduous work. A total absence of any social life. Pressure to deliver results from the start. Weekends burned. As each sentence exited her one by one, I struggled to grasp with the fact that I had got myself into something I had always stood against. Like everyone else, I had wanted to do something I loved, but at the end of the day, work and fun were meant to be mutually exclusive. The purpose of work was to shift dependance away from one's parents to oneself, to be a accepted member of society and most importantly, to subsist. At the end of work, there had to be time for friends, family and Facebook. In the middle of this distress appeared another notion, the notion to be an expert, a professional in my field of work. This meant hard work, the 10 000 hour rule, end to unproductive times and perhaps even work life balance. Though something about this really appealed to me, the idea of simple being really good at what one does. Facebook, Youtube, week