Middle age came to me as an unwanted surprise, a thief in the night, a gnarly traffic jam I can’t get out of, this unwieldy beast I find so hard to tame. But also, it wasn’t like I hadn’t known it was coming. The telltale signs had appeared here and there: white hair so difficult to cover up, eyesight that…
It’s been 92 weeks since I’ve last physically reported to work. That’s 19 months. It’s plenty of hours to rethink life, to rest and recharge, to laze away my downtime hours as I forget how crazy my schedules used to be. To sink into this slow, steady rhythm of being this homebuddy, this barefooted, chillaxed teleworker, whose weekdays may be…
Finally Dee 