Un-Work the Old-Fashioned Way

🎩 In this special episode. How to Un-Work the Old-Fashioned Way

It’s 2026! Yes—this is the year!
A different kind of start—you feel it right here?
No lists! No demands! No fix-all-your-flaws!
No “New You by Tuesday!” No rules! No laws!

Those resolutions? Bah! Dusty and dry!
We’ve tried fixing everything—so let’s ask why.
Why rush and correct and improve and compare,
When noticing quietly gets you right there?

So here’s a new project—no charts, no clocks,
No boxes to check in your mental inbox.
It’s bigger than busy and smaller than grand,
It’s called Un-Working—now give me your hand!

Un-Working’s not quitting or hiding away,
It’s setting things down that shout “Hurry! Hey!”
The hustle! The bustle! The faster-than-fast!
The gotta-win-now or you’re stuck in the past!

That’s the work of Un-Working—plop!—set it free!
The titles! The labels! The “Look-At-Me!”
The crown that kept sliding and pinching your head—
You never looked comfy . . . let’s try this instead:

Pick up a telescope! Peek at the night!
Those stars have been waiting—they twinkle just right.
Un-Working’s not stopping or standing still—
It’s tuning a guitar just to see if you will.

It’s grease on your fingers! A gear going click!
A bicycle rag doing rag-ish old tricks.
It’s small and it’s simple and easy to miss,
Which is why, of course, it’s precisely the bliss!

No Must-Do-Right-Now! No Don’t-Fall-Behind!
Just What-Did-I-Notice? and What-Did-I-Find?
So welcome to 2026—yes YOU, my dear friend!
Where the I-Shoulds get wiggly and deadlines bend!

No promises! No goals! No gold stars on scroll—
Just Un-Working your way back home
to your soul!

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