On motivation

What motivates a person to go to work each day when you know it's a struggle, a gasping for breath among waves of uncertainty? Why wouldn't one just say "okay, I give up" and let it all go? Is it a sense of loyalty, a dedication to an ideal, or just the thin paycheck at the end of each month? I've just gone through an analysis of what makes me walk into the gallery each day to face this turbulent time and juggle all the fundraising projects and ideas into some cohesive plan. I realize now that the struggle is what helps me feel like I make a difference. Passion is born out of accomplishment - when something that was just an idea becomes reality, and people see and experience it, get joy from it and express gratitude - well, that means something. Even if the process was a bit painful, or stressful, or "impossible." It's the artist's nature to overcome.