Everything is work.
No matter where I turn, I find it.
And so I embrace it.
My work is work.
My family's work.
My friends and my R&R are work.
And so I will work at each.
I will choose to do the thing I'm doing
And nothing else.
A good friend once told me
That you rest when you die.
And that seems true,
For now I must even work at resting
Or I can't sleep.
And perhaps if I truly work at each,
I'll truly rest
When that rest comes which is eternal.