What if there was only a 6-hour workday?
What would I do with the two wild, precious hours returned to me?
I channel my inner Mary Oliver, memorized, internalized from the dog-eared copy by my bed.
I make plans for those 10 hours, visions, missions swirling in my mind.
My Apple Watch chirps, reminding me those hours are fictitious, aspirational.
What if there was only a 6-hour workday? What would I do?
It’s not that deep. Dinner would be earlier. Evening walks would be more frequent. I’d see my people and dogs more.
Kelly Rogers 