The only happiness a brave person ever troubles themselves in asking about, is happiness enough to get their work done.

There is a version of happiness that asks to be complete, and a smaller one that asks only to be enough: steady enough to keep going, clear enough to do the thing in front of you. The second is far more available than the first, and chasing the first often keeps you from the second. A good deal of misery comes from auditing your mood rather than using it.

When you next catch yourself waiting to feel right before you begin, try asking whether you feel well enough. Enough is a lower bar and an honest one. Often the work itself does more for the mood than the waiting ever did.