An Unwork Day

The world of Unwork is very different.
It is very stressful to be so free.
I am haunted by lists of old…to do, projects, upcoming events.
They are slowly fading away from my memory.

5:30 am is still the waking time of the Unwork day.
Up. Cook. Get ready for the day.
My time has gradually become filled with other things.
Cleaning. Cleaning and rearranging.
Odd thing is, the more I clean the more dirt I find.
A speck means a reclean of the whole thing.
No matter what it is.

I have seen other faces now wearing the look of the unwork day.
At coffee shops. At the library. At the book stores.
We all have that new look of the freshly unworked.

Hope lives with in us.
We are all looking for the shift.
Like daylight savings time, we wait for the shift.
The shift of the day when times moves us.
Moves us out of the coffee shops, out of the book stores.
Moves us back to the nine to five.
Work!

Today is another unwork day.
Who knew being free could be so stressful.

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