By Mike Johnson
The thawed cake donut that still tastes fresh.
The International Coffee that steams from powder to warm mocha.
The Apple playlist that transports me from desk to childhood.
The soothing cadence of vintage clocks marking time I don’t have to follow.
I love languishing in little luxuries that massage micro-moments.
I can’t imagine easing into my day without them.
But I CAN imagine all the days I used to bolt directly from bed to commute to some cubicle.
No longer.
Today, no clock or calendar is my master.
No employer or responsibility is my boss.
Long ago, I shitcanned “The Man.”
And traded his tyranny for solitude and silence, calm and comfort.
Imagination and introspection.
It happened by God’s grace but it didn’t happen without effort.
No one escapes the rat race without a daily nibble on the wall.
Small actions, performed consistently over time,
lead to uncommon destinations, spectacular and sublime.
Until you engage that gnawing nibble,
there’s no progress, only quibble.
Bernie, without this daily journey,
is just an attorney, dead dreams upon the gurney.
Twenty-four hours is much too long, to go without your favorite song,
So suck it up, start with a burst, arise early to eat dessert first.
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