I write into the future, a day I choose for myself.
I want a necklace of three days, strung evenly across. A day without rushing or hurrying. A day of sharing, moving and talking. Before we go off on our own, into our independence of days of meaningful work that overtakes us. The days of professional focus and meetings, without distractions. Because we like to work, a sense of accomplishment translates to joy and productivity. We are what we are, corporate athletes of getting things done. Getting paid handsomely for this skill of bias of producing. Paying for trips and meals, time to enjoy experiences and products. Money allows us to paint the world of our creations. Money allows me to be generous. Gives me time and space I crave.
The love letter goes to money. A source of abundance, means and value we create to choose to do what we want, with our lives.
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