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imagine...
imagine waking up with no rushed responsibility
with the ability to make coffee and kiss the cats and appreciate the morning's silence...with coffee sips and thoughts of the creativity that potentially might muster in your mind throughout the day
imagine getting to work, slowly easing yourself on your computer's creative design space and starting...being paid for play...all morning, paid for play
then maybe pause for a meeting or a walk outside for lunch
gather air and inspiration and sweet time for yourself...nourishment...this is your day, but
you're working
and imagine this still feels like your day even though its your working day
'cause it's not work you're afraid of, no no ...it's loss of yourself in work, like now
where are you?
then imagine you return to work and continue to play...MORE PLAY, they say
shapes, font, type, color, pattern, mixing, ideas to convey, more play
no more grinding teeth
no more scrounging for calm
no more hectic chaos, shitty system
just getting paid for play, nestled in a job I fit right into, that allows room for happy
like a big open warehouse for happy
that I fill to the brim each day,
and when I look in the mirror, I see me
imagine. make happen.
a tiny career poem by

because I feel like this year it
is more clear than ever before