The strange thing about working is how quickly your calendar can replace your life.
Days flatten into blocks of colour,
hours renamed into obligations,
and suddenly free time feels like a meeting
you forgot to schedule.
You begin to measure yourself in deliverables,
in response times,
in the quiet pride of being available.
Until one day,
even your thoughts arrive in bullet points.
One day when the calendar is empty,
You try to remember who you were before someone started sending the meeting invitations.
