All the good stuff is on the other side of tired.
I play tennis for a living even though I hate tennis, hate it with a dark and secret passion and always have.
Freed from the thoughts of winning, I instantly play better. I stop thinking, start feeling. My shots become a half-second quicker, my decisions become the product of instinct rather than logic.
To be inspired - that's the secret.
Big dreams are so damn tiring.
If I've learned nothing else, it's that time and practice equal achievement.