I loved working on The Originals so much, it was my dream. I’d have done it for free in a heartbeat. But there were days when I was just miserable (through no fault but my own). I’d cry in my office. Greg Berlanti told me, “Those days are what the money’s for, Carina.” https://twitter.com/alannabennett/status/1301621391758745600

I think about that all the time. Don’t get me wrong — if the environment is toxic or abusive, that’s a different story. But on the days when it’s just fucking hard... “that’s what the money’s for.” The joyful part feels like a gift. The rest is the JOB.

(And for the record, I cried in my car 3x a week on Roswell. It was still the absolute most rewarding, empowering, informative experience of my life. There was never a moment it wasn’t hard, and never a moment it wasn’t an honor.)

I guess to Alanna’s point — eventually the great days and the bad days become hard to distinguish from each other... and it’s still kinda great.