Take note, fellow travelers.
For a moment today, I temporarily forgot that being able to be back at work is a gift among possibilities.
While you labor, I hope it is a fair exchange for another priceless day, gone forever.
That while you work, you find a way to express yourself, appreciate others, and be yourself as much as you’re able.
And if you don’t, that the toil provides you with what you need to replenish your body and home.
If you’re lucky enough, may you find a way to flourish and earn.
If that’s the case, don’t forget to be grateful.
We often confuse ourselves by failing to appreciate that our jobs give us the ability to do things we need and love.
You have about 11,000 workdays if you’re a typical worker.
May you find the balance between work and home.
And the strength to do it again for all your tomorrows.