Over the hill?
enjoy the glide
Pedal hard.
Crest the hill.
Coast.
In my mid fifties?
It’s all downhill from here.
There’s a time to hustle
And a time to enjoy the glide.
Professional work requires emotional labour.
Know when you’ve worked enough.
Then?
Take off your helmet.
Let the wheels roll.
Feel the wind through your hair.
Notice what you can.
It’s all a blur of acceleration and wonder.
Wheeeeeee!
Retire from the world of professionals.
Let someone else bring work home with them.
Even if you still need to work.
Rediscover an ancient language
The phrase
Would you like fries with that?
Is the new war cry of liberty.
Stop spinning.
Start coasting, pulled along by the efforts of others.
Stay free, you fools!
The GLIDE, greate sheite it was gliding until now, now it's bloody work twice as hard at everything to keep everything as it was without work before haha! Fight fight fight! The itchy and scratchy show!