This is a delightful little essay about doing what you love and what it matters.

No job is too low to not warrant care, because no job exists in isolation. Carelessness ripples. It adds friction to the working of the world. To phone it in or run out the clock, regardless of how alone and impotent you might feel in your work, is to commit an especially tragic – for being so preventable – brand of public sin.

(Via Frank Chimero)