I love loving my job.
I love that I have a job that I love.
I love my morbid relationship with my job.
I love that my job is so freaking stressful.
I love that I love to come back for more.
I love that on my way to work I almost fall asleep.
I love that the first meal I eat is at 5 p.m.
I love having a weekly paper to produce, a daily paper to produce, stories to edit, emails to sort through, meetings to facilitate, webinars to schedule, phone calls to make, stories to write, people to talk to...
I love being exhilirated.
I love coming home.