Flexibility makes me happy. And I don’t mean the kind that leads you to do an excellent Downward Facing Dog either. I mean the kind that lets me do chores during the week so I can spend my weekend on things like:
- Going to a movie, no matter how bad or poorly adapted from a beloved comic
- Visiting the Smithsonian Folklife festival because this year the program not-sucked more than it sucked
- Flying a kite on the mall
- Reading the entire Sunday paper without feeling rushed
- Sleeping in (both days!)
I mean the kind that lets me work at home today in my bright, sunny room with all the windows open and the sounds of birds and a nice breeze instead of in my cold, artificially lit hole in the ground at the office.
Hoorah for flexibility!