When youre doing what you love to do, you become resilient. You create a habit of taking chances on yourself. If you do whats expected of you, and things go poorly, you will look to external sources for what to do next, because that will be your habit. You will be standing there frozen. If you are just filling a role, you will be blindsided.
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