“Embrace the suck, boy!”
This was my dad, hollering at me through a hole in the floor. I was maybe 9 or 10 years old, crawling underneath my childhood home to shovel out some dirt (we were putting in new air vents or something). It did indeed suck, the mildew smell of stagnant dirt, spiders everywhere, and there was no room to operate so i was banging my elbows and head all the time.
But my dad kept talking to me about accepting that this wasn’t awesome. However, it was a job that we were going to finish, damnit.