Work/Flexibility

I had almost forgotten the irritation of traffic congestion after working from home for so long.

One day a week in the office now feels like a luxury, and a reminder.

The early rise.

The steady crawl through the morning commute.

Then doing it all again in the afternoon.

By the time I walk back through my front door, nearly two extra hours have quietly disappeared from the day.

It isn’t just “going into the office.”

It’s the time it takes, the unseen edges around the workday that stretch it longer than it needs to be.

Once the daily routine kicks in at home, the evening feels shorter, tighter.

By late evening I find myself reflecting: I truly couldn’t imagine doing that five days a week anymore.

Perhaps it’s age. Perhaps it’s perspective.

Or maybe it’s simply that since Covid, working predominantly from home has shown me a different rhythm of life.

Grateful for that rhythm.

Grateful for the time at home. 🏠