The rewards, if they come at all, come at the end. I am attracted to them. Even attached to them. Letting go of the need, the desire, for the reward, for the outcome feels overwhelming and scary. The “goal” sits like a heavy stone in my stomach, figuratively-and literally-weighing me down, keeping my orientation on some imagined future state, some imagined future happiness. Meanwhile, as John Lennon said, “life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” But it’s hard. Really, reall...